Scribbles

As children,

They were taught to color in the lines,

And they learned that if somehow the crayon slipped

And strayed from the boundaries of that black line,

The picture became worthless.

They regarded their teachers as authorities on such matters

And listened as they fed them lies about art and its value.

And as the children grew,

They carried false notions with them

And stayed far away from any scribbles.

Beautiful scribbles that were full of meaning and life

Were thrown away and lost forever while

Their more conventional counterparts were framed

And hung on the wall right next to the ones that looked

Just like them.