My family does not get my art
no matter what I do.
Art is not that difficult,
but they don’t have a clue.
I flipped our sofa upside down
and filled it with perfume.
I thought that I could win awards
but got sent to my room!
When I dyed our family dog
to look just a cow,
My father screamed for one hour
instead of saying, “Wow!”
I’ve made green walls and wet clothes drawers.
I’ve frozen rubber bands.
I’ve even hid some plastic snakes,
But no one understands.
I like to paint the world
as uncontrolled chaos.
But I might have to give it up:
it makes my parents cross.
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