My sister is an art curator
And one of the first things she taught me,
We are all art galleries
Every person is a collection of experience and memories
Positioned in a way that we wish to be perceived
And those who like what they see will linger in our presence
Those who truly appreciate our unique and wistful essence
And so we structure ourselves in this way
And we are all museum curators
Interior designers of our very own conjectures
There is no understanding without proper presentation
And that’s the point of all of it
To want love and feel acceptance
And what you realise is that there is no single identity
No independent factor contributing to reality
We are all composed of fragments that originate from another
Ever-changing elements that react to those of others
The way we are is altered by the way the world is turning
And the exhibit always shifts according to what we are learning
The artist inside strives and strives to transcend new creations
Novel pieces of soul occurring with each
The white curdling anger I feel
When I drink some milk
The sloppy goo of yogurt stains
On my trousers
Ruins my clothes.
Extracted from female cows
Not mine to claim
But in the devil’s name?
I had some cheese today
My sins consume my Camembert
I want to feel the hurt they feel
Mooing in wretched caged green fields
I fail to realise it’s in my hands
An industry of pain.
So removed from reality
This beverage, liquid purity
Fed lies by nutritious entities
Forgotten lies the calf and steed
Heifers weep oh so silently
While I sit here, drinking some tea
Fermenting life energy
Equips my sandwich,
There’s guilt in a Celebration box
Each sweet enthralled with mischief
I’m tempted just by gluttony
But then I remember thusly:
Stolen right from the udder’s tip
Compelled by awful corporate whips
Screaming cattle, losing battles
I no longer can commit
They imminent evil
But custard creams?
So soft and sweet,
Made with malice?
I want to eat.
While debating on some civil rights
Eating pizza‘s now my single plight
The choice is bad
Dairy’s the devil
But sinfully delicious.
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