Art is freedom. It’s acceptance in its purest form.
I feel as though it’s the world that I can escape to
and be free with my thoughts. For me, art is one
thing that you can carry with you wherever you
go. People break promises, people disappoint, you
disappoint people, but art is there, forever. It’s my
definition of paradise on earth.
Art is like the silence that becomes so loud that
you can’t ignore anymore. For me, art is the only
thing that any other person cannot take away
from you or taint. At any point in time, I know
there can’t be another Pamela Pusumane or
someone who can do my art the way I do it. I also
know I can’t do art or say my poems the way any
other poet does. Art is like fingerprints, we all
have different ones. So I don’t spend time trying
to be someone I am not. I just represent myself.
My art. My identity. And everything falls into
place.
I feel people know me like that, the opinionated
girl and trust me; I would rather be that. I believe
a lot of people like to remain fluid so they could
fit into boxes people put up for them. People like
to hold back because there is a lot of judgement
and criticism. I refuse to live my life that way;
I like people knowing where I stand, what I
value and who I am. My opinionated art is my
masterpiece to the world, and I will continue to
define what’s my definition of a masterpiece in
every poem I write.
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