How do I defend my Art?

What is art …If it can’t be witnessed? What is art … When you can’t write a poem to the skies and smile to the heaven and look up to God Why state? Because, they cut off Your defense line, your arteries? Now you bleeding … There, no gauze can close those wounds They left doing all the talking They’ve cut off Your life’s source … Now, they look at everyone as their final source Now, you must write with your brain cells Not with a pen, pencil or a paper Grab your veins … as your new pen Unwrap and unstrap hate replacing it with love Now, you got to defend it You must enter in … very quietly They think you more than dumb Telling everyone …. You born from a tree trunk That you drunk headed to a psychiatric ward Where there’s no peace but, worms all around You become swarmed with bees in your head Yea, you become swarmed … with bees in your head … As your head turns like Linda Blair in the air You know becoming scared Being beaten from hate You don’t hesitate from this debate You can’t win … Now you enter to defend a deep art Found in the deepest of all the hearts I believe given by 8 years old … How do I defend this art? I don’t bark … I just suffered in silence like the Gods … Am not a dog that gets rabies Am Minerva, goddess of wisdom that’s all? The Roman God by name I never claimed to be smart But, it was my professors and teachers that did It was written all over the the prints A leader proven to succeed No matter what others may think I proven my dignity and uniqueness With endless of metals, awards and certificates No match … I was an intelligent being They grabbing my brain cells I was not allowed to speak Regardless of my freedom They grabbed it for themselves Proving the opposite, I stole the savvy cells Who has honored and recognized my superiority In the many arts and sciences? Earthly human that didn’t noticed me You ask me why? It was the skies that did Let’s start by asking before committing To answers before I commit suicide! Why should I criminalized my soul To give those hurting me, the pleasure! Hell, no I will not give them … what they want! I will not satisfied their silly rottenness Instead, I will learn to bark like a dog But, not crawl like them as on its belly hiding Unlike mine physique unique They all sneaks and trickers Crawling on their belly with a hateful tail I tell the truth, you call me rude, liars, a thief Insane, crazy and what more? Are you satisfied to leave me dead? I got news, the Dead Sea is my friend I can go there and rise line the Dead Sea You get that! Please excuse my behavior If I speak, only the truth … It only serves me the right To express my feelings … to my depth of times An amendment given to me by the Gods Or by our American constitution? Am I lying? You may want to call me a liar I seek the truth and speak it as I put it to use I always aspired to state the truth as Babe Ruth, if he would had been alive agreed “He the greatest baseball player of all times!” I rest and detest lies, all the times I must relax … I am sitting by the river Am watching its drifts and sunsets go by I … know, life had its privileges and rough edges Mine is my name, an intellect? This I do know, you stole my rewards Claiming was yours … You’ve indicated that “Am a liar, a thief, … A dumb head that can’t write nor describe I got news! You wrong I, right … I can’t write and died for it What more? You can’t grab my Purple Heart … Given by the Gods … I’ve earned many, placed in my heart … Not not purple but, an invisible red-gold Why not? Why these colors, instead? Because, when you die A red, white and blue flag pin to your coffin Once given to your love ones, a teary eye God sees it all … even an invisible hurt He cries and grabs your pain, lessen it If not, a large coffin needed not for 1 but, for 2 Mothers and fathers of the world be nice … … Think love, grow love never hate Don’t try and pretend … He and/she not a grown up Too late to pin love and dismiss hate They ran away from pains … in the Army joined Every nite they thought of their pain They grabbed their fist sobbing! “I take my hands let it be the guide Never to curse nor kill but, break my bones!” Get fractured, crack my knuckles I’ve no proof … but, my heart in pieces I do, all in my head done for you Patterns becomes, all over again … TBI’s: Traumatic Brain Injuries I can write without a pen … It’s my brain and Neurons doing all the walking and talking I have sat quietly as if, I had no tongue Why? Because, they were being entertained By grabbing a knife stating … “Your tongue not yours but, mine! … Speak now, be the first without a tongue I learned … prints are now left from the blows That only the winds knows… There all belonged to the oceans floors Of floods from the ocean closed all the doors I can now escape … Never to seek humans that hurts But, be satisfied to climb trees Find friends like apes … almost in likeness of mine I can describe without a heart I’ve a numb heart … I can walk without legs I was never there but, prints Now, I can see is not me but, images of me My faith tells me, otherwise That I am wise … That I’ve survived My life was never mine but, His I endured blows That was supposed To look like love I know better, I always knew was not I can now, feel without a heart I loved so much … I almost gave it all My honey, almost lost me … Not for a man or woman but, from blows It was from endless invisible blows … that took a tool It did show … My body bruised and confused I am not Luka, but feeling like one no one knew More than super glue to pains Something thought I, insane! Was I scared? Of course Why ask? Doesn’t it mattered? Not even Superman Who tried to fight Didn’t come Could he saved me? Could he removed those hatters … from me? Their prerequisites were simple This club requirement An initiation fees of only hatred required” He came from Kryptonite, alright He, just for me With intentions To save me … His advise “Trust none, go, run, don’t scream just hide … Don’t hold grudge Don’t you ever look back and go super fast Run like the marathoner that you are When you ready … Give hatters a hug” I must ask: “Superman man, since when have you Become a mush … Where is your pride and decency? Are you insane or is it me?” Come close to my ears Am almost death from blows OMG! I forgot … Is a version of me! I am Superman more like Supermin As my mom would say am “The Lighten Rod” In Spanish “El Relampago!” She trained me well With endless of love An angel of God … she was She never, ever hurted anyone but, prayed I say: “Seek love, never hate Is never a debate … Take love, erase hate take white out, an eraser Grab love, is always better dressed than hate Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet