They say they are void of artistic ability
And that they weren't taught how to draw
That they can't write stories
Or make beautiful music
That they can't create worlds
They believe they are talentless,
Void of artistic ability
But they don't know I saw their doodles
Each one had a story
A life
A spirit
They don't know I heard them tap a beat with a pencil
And the beat was good
They don't know I heard them lie
-their imagination could build a new life
They say they are void of artistic ability
But I think they are lying to themselves.
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