"Art was her talent. And her community her sketchbook.
She would be the one to draw the lines, to redefine, erase and
squeeze in new meanings in different types of shades.
She Knew though, that as she sketched that she was a goddess
in her own eyes, to anyone else?
Not. Yet.
For she knew that they were not ready. But most of all she was
not ready either because she had been blind from birth.
She crafted puzzles, mini riddles, meanings that only she could define.
Certain colors that brought great attention to her eyes.
She learned to wonder and be a queen in a room. But every
time she left that place, she fell to her doom.
She was a queen. And the cards and the music and the dance and the connections.
These are the things that made the Game-room her mansion."
(Poem/pictures/drawing by me, myself, and I. Enjoy~)
