If I were a piece of art, I wonder what I would see?
Thrown, splashed, and painted onto a blank wall
The people who put me there for everyone else to see
Some call them vandals and hoodlums
They’ll call me Grafitti.
But others will see the beauty
They call me art
They will pass by with glances thrown over their shoulders.
I see them
When no one else does
The person leaving to get their groceries, then again when they have finished
Arms laden with bags.
That small act of kindness when a stranger offers to help them.
I saw that.
I see the kids after school
Riding bikes and skateboards
They can’t wait to get home.
And also those who don’t want to go home.
Those who drag their feet and frown.
I see these ones at night
Walking to get away
To feel free.
I see the homeless
Pushing carts, huddled in whatever clothes they can find.
I see them shake and shiver
And I offer them some protection
My body, my canvas
I give it to them to keep the rain off their backs and wind from their face.
I make people look
With vibrant colors, I carry a message
I am Art
And I see everything.
This one was especially fun to write. Where I live, you can find graffiti on every street but I can never stop looking at them. Whatever else someone might feel about it, I think they’re beautiful. One more post after this, World.
Until later, Quill x