excited I got
looking forward
wouldn't stop
could almost touch
the dream I saw
behave I will
follow the drill
two months to wait
turned with one call
no faith
three years -it changed
older I get
let's see what's left
in 3 years
no drafts
a sketchbook full
of practice deep
sketches weep
still I will follow free
the path
for me
a dream that broke
so much to choke
discrimination it is
but I won't miss
they made a choice
but I have a voice
write it down
with rhyme, not frown
the truth I speak
without a leak
The story behind:
Drawing is kind of the only thing I have some confidence in. Because the only way to become better is practice. And I'm in some really weird world if I draw, I like it that way. You look. And if you really see it, you draw it. That’s how it works.
So when I found a drawing course that focused on really seeing,drawing realistically, cause that's what I like. I got excited. Finally, something where I fit into. Something serious.
But then…
They called my mom.
Said I was too young. 18+ only.
Could have made an exception if I was 17
But no way a 15 year old could come in. They never asked to see my art. Never cared how I draw. Just: “Too young.”
And “the teacher doesn't want you.” So I’m not getting in.
But that's not stopping me :)
This vacation, I’ll practice.
With some silly YouTube videos and some from real professionals, I will try every **** thing until, maybe some year sometime I could get in a class.