Abstract is my Art
It all started with
The grainy sound of
A fine tip pen on construction paper.
It reminded me of
When as a child
I would write with my fountain pen on a blotting paper.
In chaotic times,
drawing the lines
brings me solace.
Abstract is my Art
I mimic life’s intricacy
Yet keep it simple,
It reminds me of myself.
It soothes my soul,
My healing process.
People expect my work to reflect
Experiences of
racism or
sexism or
both.
Yes, it can be challenging
to find peace
In a world you
don’t always feel
like you belong.
From the lack of representation
To micro-agressions
And assaults
The trauma we indure
Serves to normalize oppression
Yet we survi-
val mode
Leads to chronic stress
Headaches, brain tumors
& Alzheimer
No wonder women suffer
twice as much
from depression.
In chaotic times,
drawing the lines
brings me solace.
And activates
My parasympathetic nervous system
Countering the fight or flight
Triggered
By a world
You don’t always feel
like you belong.
People expect my work to reflect
Experiences of
racism or
sexism or
both
I give myself a break
And meditate
Combatting my depletion
By Self-consideration
Abstract is my Art
Not to ingratiate myself,
I just allow my hands
To let themselves wander.
Tomorrow, I’ll draw birds,
Or faceless brown bods
Still today
I’ll mimic life’s intricacy
And keep it simple
Cause it reminds me of myself.
It soothes my soul,
My healing process.
It all started with
The grainy sound of
A fine tip pen on construction paper.
