The Dementor

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30 x 40 x 1.5 inches
Acrylic, spray paint and oil pastel
I stand up,but sitting or lying does not change my guilt.My kind thoughts go to war, only to end up standing the opposition up.Automatic victory for my negativity.I am created from so-called “insignificant” ideas.My creativity sings,in a world where I am told it should dance.Standing cross-legged, at school, ready to study.I had to learn to celebrate my marginal side.The one who kindles my soul,who says hello to flowers,who is fascinated by colors,Who speaks to the moon,who writes and simply can not stop.To the person who walks outside to show compassion for the sky when it cries.How to understand how to love yourself?In a world that promotes insecurity,in the name of profit and our economy.A human deprogrammation that is strongly discouraged for fear of despising.A system that knows how to inferiorize us.I left school.It taught me that intelligence can be quantified.That my worth can be put on paper.That our sense of community is mesured by physical proximity, not by support. The mutual education to compete, to belittle.An incredible concept; have the opportunity to learn as a full time job.One that is, in my opinion, poorly executed.Molded to be a pawn, making us believe it leads to royalty.A soul exstinguisher named whipped cream. It’s unfortunate to think that loving myself is going against our society.