If you had asked me as a kid
What do you want to do or be?
Back then I knew that my answer
Was that, I just want to be me

I was so crafty with my hands
And I just had a way with words
But in a world that wants success
I felt my art was for the birds

Though, I wondered who would listen
For creatives have to lobby
To convince themselves and others
That it’s more than just a hobby

So out of fear, I shifted gears
To a career that was accepted
Because the work I truly loved
Was so heavily rejected

When you say that you’re an artist
People draw their own conclusion
That you need to find a “real” job
And live not in disillusion

But my heart could not continue
To live a life that was adrift
I knew that I had a purpose
And there was money in my gift

Against the odds, I wrote and drew
Some poems and pictures far and wide
And I knew no one could stop me
Nor the power I have inside

Today I have proudly written
Over three hundred lovely poems
And my art can be found thriving
On the walls of serval homes

Don’t let the world tell you your worth
To have you living in a box
You hold the key to your success
Go break the chains and change the locks

If you asked me that same question
I would not sway or hesitate
I know who I’m destined to be
You see, I was born to create