Wagwan deya,
Are you eerie?
My father told me I have no importance in society,
Meanwhile, my mother told me I have no money.
One of my favourite cousins rebuked me as "useless",
My Campus crush told me she despises my intelligence,
But here I am.
I know am not perfect,
Words cannot kill me.
So when you see my line art,
Just know that I vent my pain through it,
Like pain-tings,
That is pain things in Patois.
