CHRONICLES OF AN AMAZON
I heard wailing and palming with the scratching of metals and muscles, I led the path, I engineered the route and my burning excitement of victory invited my nature HE made me, and so it was in my hiding closet, my once adoring closet where ALL success that was a virtue to masses, my once alarming masses, were disowned. I behold their flaws and were seeming mine, as I had once engineered for their future, for their energetic victory that no man of mine generations calls to mind.
Behold, my own selves in the line of a denied raced that I know not of her origin, behold my once alliance that no meaning was named, as I have become their possession still.
Medium: Acrylic on canvas