Who would have thought
A wall, vines, facade
Could extract artistic endeavor
A face, so real
Appeals to the crowd
Graffiti splashed upon the wall
Estranged from the ghetto
Poverty, violence ... everywhere
Shows fierce revolt that flares
In picture with no frame
Nature's game of yin/yang
I am rich in what I see
Wealth in mind tapestry
Enjoy what I proffer
Costs nothing to you
Only a few coins from me
For graffiti
Takes away ugly
Signature of who I am
Don't you see.
