Creativity: Our Birthright

Creativity: Our Birthright

“Who do you think you are to follow your dreams?”

I am an artist. I am writer. I am a dancer. I am a musician.

“You’re not a real artist, writer, dancer or musician, no one pays you to do those things.”

I am.

I create.

Life sometimes hands you a gift like this little poem by Langston Hughes

A Dream Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

I’ll let you in on a little secret. Shine, Just Shine is my dream and today I took the first step.

~ Julie

 


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