Having Tea with Me

Today, I would like to give a shout out to an amazing gal. She is sweet, awesome, and  a great club president.

Tim

I am the dark stain among
your pastel blends. My heart
feels but only resonates in
isolation. I won't please
your sight, so don't spare a gaze.
Leave me in the shadows, for
you don't see things the way
I do. Step back, let me create,
don't come too close. My ideas
may slice your fair skin,
sharpening only with my
progression. Once complete, I
ask you only one question,
Do I frighten you?
I know my hair is unkempt and
my eyes are buried beneath
great deprivation, but my hands,
my hands, are tools.
Tools of mass creation. Always
shaping, shifting, shading,
these visions won't survive
on their own. Please, let me
guide you through my mind.
Take my han-- scissors.
Scissors, I'll give him
scissors for hands! Edward,
you are almost complete.

Written by: Alexis Alcala