Creative Images, Running Wild,

Through my mind,

All the time.

The blind thoughts sailing through my mind, explaining how my motivation is helping my nation through my innovations.

No rest,

Stressed,

My minds a mess.

Inspirations

Calculations

Motivations

Aspirations.

Thoughts that fought between the two sides of my brain,

mental strain,

unknown terrain.

Life guided by the right side which is seen as evil, a threat to society,

creativity seen as lethal

Open-minded, no restraints to be finded-

binded, within the confines of societies definitions of who I should be, look at me.

Standing outside looking in

Standing outside looking in

Standing outside looking in

Within you

Me, her, he, she, we

As a collective of art

we start, a storm of ideas with our brain, brainstorming

trying to maintain while life’s rain is pouring

We are outcasts

put my music on blast

As I walk fast, outside of my class

into a world, where I’m a young black girl

stereotypes, constantly putting up a fight with these stereotypes

Visual and performing artist expressing myself with the left side is the hardest

but that’s what they want,

uncreative controlled thought

my mind cannot be bought

My creativity is a leeway, guiding my path like a freeway, and we stay,

standing outside looking in,

standing outside looking in,

standing outside looking in.

S.C.