the artist - criticized -
for being a parasite.
He has to choose between giving up his home
and giving up his soul.
And as he starves, beauty
feeds on the dreams
of little girls
to be princesses.
Their families' blood flows
green
to fuel the studios
where their daughters batter their bodies
in pursuit of beauty.
How many of them achieve the spotlight?
If only we realize art's worth -
as artists do -
maybe creation would stop feeding on the lifeblood of its creators
while we true parasites
receive light.
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