not a wall

i am a brick waiting to be cemented into a wall

a wall that on its own is a wall 

but with perspective is a canvas 

a wall sprayed with paint and powdered with chalk

with the purpose to not look like a wall

with copied and pasted words speaking sounds 

that vibrate through the bricks to be heard 

bricks that on its own is just a brick

but with perspective is the easel of the canvas

the canvas awaiting the brush of colors, sounds, and words

to stand out amongst the walls of walls

of bricks

i am one brick

that wants just a stroke

a letter

a line

to become apart of the whole that makes that wall

                              not a wall