Poem: Authentic Heart, Authentic Art
A poem about authenticity
Authentic heart, authentic art
Authentic heart, authentic art You lived in a museum now you are nowhere to be found.
Authentic heart, authentic art Where are you now? Were you hidden underground?
Authentic heart, authentic art You have been replaced by an inauthentic heart.
Authentic heart, authentic art Were you stolen? Or did you hide?
Authentic heart, authentic art Were you tired of hurting? Were you tired of the truth?
Authentic heart, authentic art Were you scared to be seen by all the people in the museum?
Authentic heart, authentic art Was your love too shameful to show it as a work of art?
Authentic heart, authentic art Will you ever return to give me back what I’ve lost?
Written as a response to 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊. Wednesday’s prompt: In what ways are you inauthentic? Why?
About the Author
Ana Echeagaray writes fiction, non-fiction and poetry. She covers a variety of topics such as life, art and history.





