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