He stood on top of a genie machine

with a spray paint bottle

and a map in mind

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he made crazy lines

& splattered on a wall

of dull shadows and brown bricks

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I think; never

have I seen something

like it

before

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I was sitting on clouds

thinking of how

I felt almost invisible to me,

but so visible in the letters he stroked

•

though, I was down here

and he was up there;

lifted himself off the ground

just like he’s done many time before.

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I sat and gazed for almost two days between classes and commutes at this mural in the making.

It represented me;

It represented my culture and the building of bridges between people who believe and read and write in different languages.

It is a human artwork-

Surreal and present.

It is for the masses.

It is there for those curious minds and stale hearts.

It’s there for those with flattered emotions and a knot in their shoes.

It’s there for me.

It’s there for you.

And it’s there because Sam Houston once said;

Knowledge is the food of genius. So, my son, let not any opportunity escape you to treasure knowledge.