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Exhibited @ Vrij Paleis, Amsterdam
Currently @ What Is Happening Here Gallery, Amsterdam
Loss of Childhood

50x57cm, Spraypaint and collage on panel


They thought they could quench my anger?

I draw their names with my blood

Spending so much time 

Living in a reality that isn’t mine

The flame won’t burn you, it’s warm

They lied and said it would leave scars 

My mind merges with my reality

Bewitched, I seek deeper clarity

Teaching children to hand over their swords

I lost my weapon, so I’ll use my words

Hands made to create beauty are 

Handling harsh hubris

I read through the lines of your face 

I see your tired soul 

We carry the thrones of kings we did not elect

As they crumble the walls our fathers created to protect

Us, the children, all brothers

Our thirst for justice, taken from others

Will be the kindling for the fires of the revolution