I’m An Artist
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I’m controlling
What I’m seeing
As I bring it
Into being
I’m an artist
Watch me paint the age
Using past
And present tenses
Bringing order
To my senses
Come with me
I’ll bring you centre stage
See from here
The sexual traces
Deep, engraved
In human faces
Seeking out
The object of desire
Trapped behind
Their own conventions
Frightened of
Their own intentions
Always yearning
To be set on fire
Chorus
No more kindness
Offered freely
That is not
My purpose really
All I know’s
The price of what you need
Call it sex
Or call it passion
Call it anything
But fashion
You don’t know
The value of your seed
Chorus
Words and Music ©Garvin Crawford.
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