The following poem was inspired by my work as a volunteer at a local animal shelter and Lola, the three-legged pitbull who was euthanized because the shelter felt she was “unadoptable”:
Our thoughts are like dogs in an animal shelter
Dreams and aspirations locked behind bars
Awaiting someone to adopt our potential.
Where the ‘adoptable’ ones are released
But the ‘non-adoptables’ end up deceased.
Creativity shattered and rerouted to proceed
On the course they defined as standard
In which conventional ideas are pampered
And unorthodox ideas slandered.
How come Lola died alone?
The three legged pitbull never found a home.
She may have been physically impaired
But who cared?
Not Katelind Riner
The 5-year amputee who adopted Bridget
A 3-legged boxer puppy.
What we fail to realize:
And creativity likewise
Rests in the eye of the beholder.
Walt Disney is fired from his cartooning job for a “lack of creativity.”
Disney opens his own production company.
Disneyland, where dreams come true, is alive
A testament to the fact that we should allow creativity to thrive.
But what is creativity?
I can’t construe.
Because to define creativity would be to strip it away of its value.
I can only tell you my personal truth.
Creativity is freedom.
Creativity is ingenuity.
Creativity is subjective.
Creativity is the beauty within this poem.
Creativity is your interpretation of these lines.
Creativity is patient,
Awaiting the right adopters.