Regards to My Nothingness

With words of poison in my direction, I am an artist.
Express feeling with color and word;
paintbrush and pen.

 

I am not a sculpturesque soldier -
expect me not to hold my tongue,
keep ideas silent as the ignorant lamb.

 

May others appreciate the beauty
and aesthetics I grace upon the world,
not cracked eggshells beneath my toes.

 

Within each soul lies flawed design,
even writers with illustrious words
and the ability to write with every grammatical -

 

Perfection.

This poem is about: 
Me

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