Expressions Of Self

a Poem about graffiti from the eyes of the tagger

 

                   Expressions  Of  Self

 

 

       Moon beats down on city streets

 

        My need to express is so strong

 

  As I roam the darkness, a call

 

            To sing my song

 

 

 

Blank sheets of canvas, are all I see

 

As my can bleeds to be heard, my need

 

Gets stronger, more ravenous I need

 

               Some airtime

 

 

Places to say my name, I just want to

 

To be heard, a need to be recognized

 

I am a writer of  cold hard stone

 

               Is that a crime?

 

 

The can is my pen, my easel if you will

 

In this warm summer night my paint will

 

    be spilled, across these city walls

 

 

My colors and my thoughts will shine

 

    With these expressions of self

 

              My City’s shrine

 

               

 

By Debbie Kelly~

 

 

Author's Note

This is one of my oldest writings.... forgive any crudeness..lol

Reviews

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Graffiti artist, never thought of the passion that was behind the street workd of art, I remember when there was once plenty, now I hardly see any. Great expression of feelings.

[Debbie_Philly]

Thank you so much Kim !!

[Trée]

I'll never look at graffiti the same way. :-D

[Debbie_Philly]

LOL.... Thank you so much Tree !!

[Gema]

Very difent to everything i have read!
Very diffrent way or setting it out as wel!
Very well written.
Descriptive and detailed as well.
Well done x

[Debbie_Philly]

Thank you so much... wonderful compliment !!

[Forest Green]

Cement provides a broad canvas, no doubt about that...and a true beauty does come through.

What a unique talent...nicely portrayed.

Daniel

[Debbie_Philly]

Thank you Daniel !! mean allot to me ;)