I am art but I am not the artist.
I am not a walking advertisement for who you think I am or who you want me to be.
I am a soul and this vessel that I travel in is simply a rental.
I am art but I am not the artist.
I am not a snapshot of a memory, I am the memory. I am proof that I have lived and loved and lost but I am not a documentation of these things.
I am not the scroll you sign on the dotted line. I am not the pen, or the paper or the ink.
I am not nostalgia.
I do not need to hide behind a belief. I am the belief.
I am art but I am not the artist.
I am blank.
One reply on “Blank Canvas”
You are the dopest blank canvas!!! I love this poem!!!