Those red, white and green walls will always remind me of a place
Where creativity isn’t judged with paltry grades
Where learning isn’t limited by curriculum
Where skill isn’t necessary
Only the hope that you’ll come back on a weekly basis
To an oasis of calm in the midst of home and school
Where I let the flow of rap and poetry combine
As sparks of emotion ignite
Letting the passion override the need for a rhyme scheme
Where painting and photography don’t always have to clash
And the legitimacy of art isn’t considered any less
If it happens digitally
Where imagination isn’t something you left behind in kindergarten
But nurtured into artistic individuality
Originality which isn’t lacking because you aren’t 21
