something cracked open inside of me
i bought canvas
i bought all they had in the store
i had never felt that i was a real artist deserving of a canvas...."
"my art was my journal ripped paper - glue and tape
headlines and photos
crayons & magic markers
the tremendous toxins released during 9/11
spilled out of me
onto the blank stretched whiteness...
Her poem continues, focusing on the events after September 11th:
"how could it be i was raising children in a war
as i was raised during a war...
i was going to have to explain it to my children
and the truth is
it had never been explained to me...
..."the new rhetoric of r nation
blame and shame
fight em there or fight em here
it was unreal 2 me
it still is
i did not know what to do about it
so i threw some paint around..."