Does her work daily
Shows up unprovoked
Empties herself on her canvas
And simultaneously gets filled
By simply being there
Creating.
She isn’t here for the likes
Nor the vibes
But rather because her eye for aesthetics
Is not satisfied with the status quo,
And her ears have long tingled
For the stories she now writes
She is not asking for permission
Nor is she waiting for lightening to strike
She is here to create
To master her craft
To add value to her space
To colour the lenses of the weary
To bring together what seems to be determined to drift apart
To sow the seeds she’s been carrying all along.
Her creativity is not a hostage of her feelings
Nor a by-product of ideal circumstances,
She creates because she can.
Because she promised she would.
The consistent creative
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