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kris Lo
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December 02, 2004
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Lyrics
not only do i wrte poetry
the pictures i paint
become poetry
a story of strokes
all rolled up into one image
so when i'm in art class
and my peers try to
bisect my art
i know they'll never get
the true meaning
unless they've known joy
as i know joy
and torture as i've
been tortured
in art class
i struggle to be the top
of the class
i want my work
to last in their memory
because it's been called
shit so often
that i call it shit myself
because i know it only means
the most to me
and those that have known
love like i know love
heartbreak like i've been
heartbroken
not only do i write poetry
i paint worlds
surreal abstract expressionistic
la futura dos mil kind of worlds
its crazy i know you
can't understand it
because i'm psychotic
according to my ex-boyfriend,
he's a pathological liar
can you see his lies in that
black paint made from
red, yellow, and blue
worlds of words
mixed into colors,
few.
in art class
i'm amazed with everyone's work
except the girl that doesn't try,
and just shows up for an easy a
she's a bitch
ignorant to art, ignorant
to the work put into it.
i know she'll never understand
our art. like
that kid he had to describe how
his mandala represented all the
people who died in one year,
that were close to him,
i respect him,
because i would've lied,
the only time i tell the truth
is in the poetry i write.
stories i label fiction because,
who would believe i've lived that type of
life.
maybe because I was raised
like a boy, i never let anyone into
my inner feelings, except my love.
my best friends each know a
different spectrum of my personality
except him, he knows my dreams
and my realities, he asked me
if i've cried in front of others like
ive cried in front of him, and i reply
no, i don't think i've even cried in front
of my mother since I hit puberty.
but i know by looking at my paintings
she must know there's another side of me
one that's known pain like she's known pain
one that's hidden dreams, like she's hidden dreams
one that hates my father
as much as she did.
she must see what i hide, in my paintings,
she must see my pride,
revealed.
copyright 2004 kristina lopez
