Poem ( in first person singular. Best read in English)
Here I chose to describe the hood from which I grew
A place from which I made my life's debut
Back then I had no crew or any clue
That I would get to meet some of you
Creating a diary of paintings with my art
As a form of storytelling from my heart
To keep track of all the years apart
Like the little details of a map or a chart
There are things I learnt from the hood, I'll render
It taught me even while slender not to surrender
But Why would I surrender when I can be a contender
If everybody is a sinner, everybody can be a winner
It gave me a voice, and set a goal to achieve
That I've got one voice to give and one life to live
To Stand up for something, something I believe
Even though later I had to leave to reprieve
A painting that draws both the artist and viewers back in time
Most especially the artist, which is sublime
A painting intended to preserve and document a story
Of how it was when I went to Bereton Montessori.
