Today in art we were told to draw anything we wanted.
I drew a picture of an arm with scars up the wrists drenched in blood. I got kicked out of the classroom today because it was a "wrong misinterpitation of what i was trying to teach you" because I wasn't looking at something to draw that, it was "from my brain" She told me it was wrong. What she doesn't know, and what she'll never know, is that I was looking at something, my own scars on my own arms.