I share with the painters the desire (personal)

Too clumsy to work with clay

I have no sculptures to call my own 

My drawings are crude and barely resemble 

landscapes or still Life

Paint brushes don't follow my direction

water colors run counter to my wishes

There are many failures at my fingertips

only words sing my song 

^{I share with the painters the desire}

^{To put a three-dimensional picture -On a one-dimensional surface}

^{Nikki Giovanni}