masterpiece (a message to the critic)

Paper stacked on papers

Works of art are dismissed

You choose one to make fun of

The rest blow off into the mist

Art is beautiful

But many don’t see it

All the personalities build up

You don’t read it

Why does it matter?

What I look like

My art is a masterpiece

But not for your eyes

What makes your critiques so unique?

Your art, yes, is remarkable

But doesn’t undermine

What others want to be

What the other eyes seek

Is art just like yours

But why change art through your perspective?

When it can be explored

So don’t critique my masterpiece

It’s something I can’t change

All art was made with love

Not to be renamed