Bianca McCowat Poetry

This is my expression see?
Artwork representing me.
I like colours bold and true,
Most of them, reminders of you.

Red and black, maybe white.
Hopefully this will shed some light.
Brushes are no use to me,
Try to be as weird as can be.

Carefully my masterpiece is set,
A shock for all ha ha I bet.
Paint splatters everywhere.
It doesn’t matter no one cares.

On the wall, the floor, the door,
If I keep going I’ll have no more.
Pacing myself of I’ll get bored,
My past time a secret, I’m a whore.

This painting I create for you,
Some would consider it taboo.
The blood of mine on my leg,
My canvas torn, I begin to beg.

Poet: Bianca McCowat