This screams reminders.
Katy, you're in charge of your life.
Katy, don't let him define you. Don't give him what his brain yearns for.
Katy, don't forget to soak your hands in paint.
Katy, let the wild horses of your heart run free, dragging all the yucky with them. Leave the gate open. Leave it. Don't let it slam closed by the smallest winds.
Katy, don't forget to write...and write...and write.
Katy, wash the black paint out of your color palette. You don't need any more black for your masterpiece, no matter what your siblings say.
Writer, don't let math lock you up in your brain.
Be the change.
Writer, don't let society numb you. Add some color to this world.
Create your spunk. Only you can define who you are.
Katy, choose your reaction.
Take control of your life. Paint your culture. And freaking create your future, McClain.
Who knew that I'd get all the answers with just a few words and a sharpie?
I can feel the tension and emotion rising, the you get to the poem and it's like this breath of fresh air. I don't know if that makes sense but it's definitely a compliment.
ReplyDelete"You don't need any more black for your masterpiece"
ReplyDeleteThis was honestly my favorite blackout.
I love this so much
i love this
ReplyDeleteI love the format and the flow of this. sooooooo good :)
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