His miniature fingers
Scratched the colours
Across the page
Into a collage of nonsense
And they called it Art
But then he grew up
And they forced into those hands
A ruler
And a warning
To stay within the lines
Now they say
He knows his place
After they made him forget
Literally how society makes a child 'grow up'. Touching lines.
ReplyDeleteNo wonder how many Einsteins and Mozarts we have lost in the process...
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