
I want to dance in rooms covered in art
Bare my off-beat soul to other pieces with no home
I belong among misfits
Culminations of passion and angst and fear
Brushes dipped in tears
Unsure strokes showing empathy to empty canvases
I want to hang next to masterpieces
I want the subtle meaning behind the precise curve in my hips to be discussed amongst scholars
I desire to be your muse
Leaving you amused with my movement
Step into my museum
The entrance fee will cost you nothing but your ego
Check it at the door, with your coat and clutch
I am art and should be appreciated as such
About the Creator
Tiera Williams
Doctor by choice, Writer by chance, Healer by nature.
I write to heal my soul. I share in hopes of healing yours.
New content shared every Wednesday (and whenever Spirit moves me to do so).



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