Graffiti

Flat! Splat! And stuck, like that. With the press of a button and the wave of a can, an array of colors show my confession. I give life to the plain brick walls that run the streets. Can you hear my silent music? Can you hear every story I have to tell? Some call me artistry. Some call me vandalism. I call myself a reflection of everlasting imagination. You may see me under bridges, or on trains or on the sides of buildings; I don't hide. I make statements with my words and pictures! I rep what city I'm from. I give inspiration to those who see me. I sit and suffer through storms, but I don't run. I may get damaged, but there is no wear and tear because my strengths right there giving me only what I can bear. With my high yellow squiggles, exciting red shades, bold flavors of blue, earthy green tones, blushes of soft pink, and vivid purple hues, mix inside a black outline to keep my colors in line, like a parade float. Open your eyes. I am all around you. But, do not fear; for I am nothing but a mural of human spirit and inspiration.