ART

Its the air i breath,

the content that fills up my lungs,

the ideas of it aint a plank,

its genuinity is a fact,

the practicers are conc with intellect,

but what defines it is simplicity,

simplicity in expressing feelings emotions and gestures,

the art in poetry doesnt error like a cult,

it expresses the hurt that cuts the heart,

exposes the heartlessness in society like a bald hatless man,

cause art is wide like a sea,

deep like a never ending pit,

strong like rods of lead, but

its REAL!!!!