.:DisAdvantage:.

I like to speak my mind so I will

I was exposed to truth of art

I understand and intend to implement it

But then after

An image appeared

Convicting me

And wrong as it was

I couldn't show the other side of the tale

I tried but was eschewed

When I flew to exit

I was condemned

But I disappeared anyway

Now I think

My position is at a disadvantage

For no matter how or what my sketch

It shall always be scorned

If I have complaints about the medium or ambiance

Whom should I turn to?

If I turn to the Head

I will be Persona non Grata

When I turn to the one who could alter

I am not aided

What else do I do?

I don't know whom to turn to

Thus now I decide to endure

And HOPE to forever do so

Though I do know the editor does help

But only sometimes

Often I'm among the blacklisted

And I know the problems will always find escape

They shall never be chained

Now or ever

Because they have the one support that matters

The acceptance of everyone else

Not quite everyone

Just that one

Who is counted as everyone

So to my disadvantage and bad luck

No its not self pity

I fear I am disdained

And shall be

I am scorned

And shall remain being so

I am unfortunate

Yet hope that doesn't last

Maria Yousuf