I Was an Artist First
I was always an artist first
but words were just a new kind of paint
Not so much a visual medium
and not so much music
but something in between
With words dripping out of my fingers
like color where once there was nothing but
a blank, open silence
to fill the spaces
the cracks
the empty, screaming places
that sing instead when they're painted
when they're not so empty anymore
I was always an artist first
which means I was always a poet first, too.
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