here's a free verse Poetry "The Painting"

mothered by earth
cared by the artist
painted by both
once a picture was made
placed in the world
for other artists to see
it really depends
if they like the canvas or not
how much is its art worth in this world?
some look and some criticize
a few appreciates
but many violates
many want to vandalize
they want to change the art
because it doesn't fit this world
it becomes mediocre
it turns ugly
uniqueness gone
only mediocrity prevails
are we all the canvas of this world?
forced into the ideals of...
fitting in and being accepted?