The man once boy and the ink blot test;
and those pictures of poets risque in scandal
The bats dance with butterflies black on white
and the colors rich in truth can't hide that lie.
The little boy saw these as normal development
and the doctor saw the boys bat then with hers.
The man once the boy wonders why so many
and the boy being and ink came alive off that blot.
The normal response his being the most risky often
given and the artist starved inside hard and frightened.
The doctors notes said to look for his within, with hers
and the ink of the tester denied them there, their wills.
This doctor took off points for past, 'fast thinking while
the doctor before deducted, 'her points, for showing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'artist starved inside so frightened' describes every one of us.