When I first pick up a
paintbrush
i felt like a mama
holding her child for the first time
I felt a mircale fall
into
my hand
I had to do it more
I loved it
like a
mama loves her child
I was good, amazing, great
at painting
I loved it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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