I’m so sick of seeing a bunch of rich pricks taking their pick of a crop
While artists steal, steel and will themselves with work to get to the top
Exposure is their only true payment as if empty promises can fill wallets
Or pay off someone’s rent?
I’d rather not give them cent if it wasn’t for the fact that it’s the job a company to make money
So they take money and ration it out to artists with the rationale that artists
Don’t need to make money, they need to make art
And yet we treat artists dreams as if they’re petty
And yet we collect artist dreams like they’re pretty little baubles for decoration
And dismiss the creator when they ask for compensation
For every piece of love they put into their work
Because money would sulley an artist’s integrity
As if artists don’t need to eat
As if artists don’t need to breathe…
My rich friend points to a painting above their stairs
Claiming that the artists was a favorite of theirs
And when I ask how much they paid is a sum that astounds me-
-but not as much as them grumbling that all artists want nowadays is money.
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You’re speaking the truth, Jean!
We as creators and artists are more than the worth of money (or worthlessness because of the petty/snobbish/selfish reasons behind it), but we create for the thrill of learning the truth about the world and ourselves and mold it into beautiful masterpieces. We do it because we love it- it’s our passion, and it’s not right the way everybody else to treat us like second rate or something even lower.
I like that your put your frustrations out there in poetry and not regretting every second of it. Thank you for this poem! 🙂
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So true, so ridiculously true.
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