The pen is your weapon
Don’t doubt yourself
Stop trying to please the world
Your art will never be for everyone
That is where the freedom lies
In whichever way it comes
It’s meant to be different
It’s intended to exist in a world
Where colours are rare and
shapes are strange
Don’t be afraid to let your writing speak
Whether in poetry, novels, or in simple
Journal entries,
Let it reflect the times in which
You find yourself
Explore through prose how you felt at a certain
Point in your life and
how the wind kissed your skin
Let the memories flow out of your fingertips
Allow it to seep into the page
Let it soak the edges and doodle the margins
Art is meant to make you feel different.
It’s intended to make you experience things that have no
Words yet so that you,
the writer can give it a name
Just like when God gave Adam power in the beginning
To name the animals and plants and everything around him
You have the power to create
Art is freedom
It can set you free
It makes noise and colours outside the lines
Art is wild
But it cannot roam free if its
Caged in your mind
It is love and passion
Your ink
It will never run dry or fade
Your pages will never run out
And your stories will never end
Artists are the authors of history.
Art is freedom
You are art
You are free
Some dance it out
Others play it loud
Some paint and draw it
With lines and colours and then
There are those of us who write.
Those who play with words and create
New meaning simply by rearranging
a sentence or two
Art is love
Art sits on the floor and plays
In the dirt
It looks up at the stars,
Makes shapes in the clouds
And smiles at the moon
Art cries in the rain
And dances in the sun.
