Creation and expression
I'm no poet but I need to get this out
through these keys I press I scream and shout
something I've been told I need to fix:
expressing myself, especially with the chicks.
I do that best with the scope of my lens
not of the camera's, but with my eyes and hands.
The camera, the needle, and the books I've read
my creative juice is all I've bled.
Naked as this world will see
the vision that will sculpt a better me.
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