I Am...Art

I Am Art

From my head to my soul

To my soles in this heat

On concrete with

Chalk

Walk the talk

Talk the walk 

Actions speak louder

Prouder than

I've ever been before

"Dad look at what I drew

Me right by you!"

"One day I'll buy you

The greatest pencils"

U became tencils

Never used stencils

I want to get this right

Before I ever write

My name

In the corner

Border

Lines so smooth you'd never know that 

Pencil and eraser shavings and shading

Shaving away layers of skin

Graphite and charcoal

Blackening my hands

Like scars from being scarred

And falling a little too hard

No band-aids upon standing

Planning

My next piece more carefully

You were always there for me

Guiding the Kraft

No macaroni

But when I drew food

You knew

What it was

"You're improving"

Yes, I'm improving

And I'm proving

To myself

That I can Art this

By myself

No help

Aside from the occasional 

Reference to the original

My hands are no Xerox machine

But mechanics clean

Like scrubbed my technique 

To the umteenth degree

And some teeth

Between

Lips

Smile

I managed to make them

Perfect

Managed to make them perfect

Entirely worth it

But what was worth it when my greatest critic

Never woke up

Woke up

From my slumber 

To flashing ambulance light

Late night

Please fight

Please... Fight

My pencil work turned to pen

But not quite write

Unable to right

I've always been left

And that night when you left

I cried

Yes

So much that my pages became soaked

And my works revoked

Provoked to pick up our connection again

Perfection again

Started with the eyes a

Fire in them

Erase

Erase

Lighter in them

Frustrations taken out

Taking out

Every single emotion felt

Tip felt

Pen--Ding

Elevat--ing

To new levels

Constructed the

Master of Peace

Rest In Peace

This

Masterpiece

And you weren't gone

Any longer

Just the start

I Am Art