To my Father, my Creator, my Universe:
please feed me.
I am young and need
your air in my lungs
your life in my blood
your tears in my eyes
and your hands upon my cheeks.
I need the nourishment of inspiration
and the confidence to give you back
something beautiful.
the bravery to stand in myself
and mimic you by creating with my own hands.
I hope I am enough.
My belly is hungry oh Father
can I have the sweets before dinner?
the art, oh Father
the art is what I crave.
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