my culture

I grew up in a cultural clash
Wherever I go, I dont let my culture clash
I see more than one side, sometimes too many sides to keep my sanity
I believe in the strugle I've had, as long I stay strong and sane
I believe that my scars will keep the sharks away
I taught myself, so I can teach
I fought, so I can have beautiful babies
Lost in a culture that is only mine
I wish to share it, will u b mine?

truth

A true artist allways absorbs his surroundings and gets influenced all the time. He picks up stuff and stores it in his mind. His brain is full of stuff that has bin filtered through, from the real world, things that has bin chosen through his logical patterns.

He absorbs, but then he desolves, finding himself in an alternative reality. This is the reality of creativity, unspoken words that has to be spoken. He sits down with a pen and a paper with a purpose. This is the path of true art, when the art hasnt bin chosen, it just is. A blur for some people, the reality for others. If u keep your art true, you are being you, art that is true will lead you to love.

You can allways force people, you can even force yourself, pretending. But to make something up that is true, is not pretending. Reflect what you have absorbed, and there is truth. Reflect what is demanded, and you will find no true love.