Discriminated Painter

• Daniel Sponneck, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2021

Wings arise through cloud and bird, and the sky is full of life,
Man is born from mud and clay, and the rise of animals comes to pass.
And down below beaches and valleys roll, unfurl, to common strife,
But the thoughts of others bear no meaning, their opinions shall come last;

The painting began with my idea, the creative spark that grew,
And from the kindle of my paint, the artwork shall burn strong.
The quality of such a work is simply seen as taboo,
Hushed whispers of my talent sound amongst the throng;

In a world where my kind are devoid of equal right,
And criticisms of my work stem from my looks alone.
My paintings go disregarded as they mock in jealous spite,
And one day, when I am acknowledged, my talents they’ll be shown;

An immigrant from a distant land, looks for another way,
Her family poor, and unprovided, she must hold together.
But in the middle of a racist world like today,
Saddened and pitied, she looks at them no lesser.