I’m no artist
But I do love art
I am not that skilled with my hands
But I do admire people who are
And, yes, I do try to imitate them
Only because they’re good
And I know I’m not
But is that such a bad thing?
It’s not like I’m trying to snatch away their fame,
Because I can never be that good.
But when I do try my own versions,
I am ridiculed
“That’s not original!”
“Try to come up with something of your own!”
But I don’t care.
Whatever happened to doing art for fun?
Like, reading for fun?
Is it lost?
People tend to forget to have fun
In this mechanical life
So, what I’m going to do is this:
Copy a painting
Add my own colors
Make a ribbon bookmark
Lots of them, for myself
Using my own sequins-ribbon combination
Scratch a piece of paper with colored pencils
Till I can see no white,
Copy a doodle off someone’s last page of their notebook
And make it into your own
Just like writing,
You can’t be inspired to do your own art
Without looking at others’ pieces
So, next time,
Don’t tell me you’ve seen this before!
Because I’m sure as hell you have!
Because I’m trying to have fun,
I don’t try to be perfect
I’m only trying to learn
And understand my passion for art.
(This is my first attempt at a slam poetry, inspired by Colleen Hoover’s Slammed series. Go, Read it!)