The Art Room
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In the dimly lit room
sit students with no fear.
Taking risks with their art,
I feel most comfortable here.
In the dimly lit room
I sit with my friends in the back.
Our laughter ringing as we piece together our drawings
So by the end of the week they can be placed up with a tack.
In the dimly lit room
there’s a potent smell of paint and clay.
As they work on their pieces,
all of the students troubles slip away.
In the dimly lit room
it’s okay to make a mess.
And no one will judge you
for the way you dress.
In the dimly lit room
throughout the room chatter is heard.
Eraser shavings cover the tables,
And no one feels like a nerd.
sit students with no fear.
Taking risks with their art,
I feel most comfortable here.
In the dimly lit room
I sit with my friends in the back.
Our laughter ringing as we piece together our drawings
So by the end of the week they can be placed up with a tack.
In the dimly lit room
there’s a potent smell of paint and clay.
As they work on their pieces,
all of the students troubles slip away.
In the dimly lit room
it’s okay to make a mess.
And no one will judge you
for the way you dress.
In the dimly lit room
throughout the room chatter is heard.
Eraser shavings cover the tables,
And no one feels like a nerd.