Malik Seven Navarre

Rookie - 463 Points (August 30,1999 / New Orleans)

My Masterpiece Is Me - Poem by Malik Seven Navarre

My stand up is my bed.
My paintbrush is my razor.
My paint is colored crimson red.
My body is the paper.

My friend, a fellow artist.
My friend who's not to sure.
If paper should she target
Should she strike it where it pours.

My artwork is a secret.
My secret is my hell.
And I intend to keep it
But to my dismay, I failed.

My display board, a coffin.
My fans, my family.
My secret may be lost but still,
My Masterpiece Is Me.

Topic(s) of this poem: suicide

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 19, 2018

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