Blurred Lines

line between art
and hate
drawn in chalk
on the asphalt
has become blurred
by the feet
that straddle it
that all is fair
in creative expression
and war
do you get off sexually
on the violent images
you paint so graphically
of dismembered women’s bodies
reduced to objects
for your craft?
or is it the thrill of attention you seek
from those who
break complicit silence
voice their outrage?
I sense an air
of self-satisfied
intellectual superiority
from self-declared
smugly letting the protests
roll off your back
confident in the belief
that we are unworthy wannabes
who cannot possibly appreciate
your brilliance
your importance
as a true artiste
perhaps my resistance
to acknowledging your poetry as high art
(literary snuff porn)
means I am a delicate little snowflake

I can live with that

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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