I’m on earth for a short time.
In this short time, why would I waste my time making art for others?
I make art about what I want. I paint stories I want to tell, about people who I think should be commemorated. I write about observations from my journey, about the divides that keep us separated, about similarities that bring us together. I honor my ancestors, culture and topography with my body when I dance. The symphony of my ankle bells awaken the soulless.
I drop ideas like America did with bombs in Laos.
Rebellion is in my DNA.
Tiger blood flows through me.
I cannot be controlled.
I do not submit.
I let my imagination run free.
I no longer worry about being liked,
I think about if I like them.
©ROHENA ALAM KHAN
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