The streets become a gallery
The brick grows life
The mist of art lingers
On fingers
On clothes 
Street art 
Cutting out the middle man
Too easy 
To be illegal 
A finger push away 
From a master piece 
A plain White canvas
Of red and grey
Brick morphs into
A stage
Where you openly speak your opinion 
Without stutter
Without second thoughts 
Street art is
Bold
Brave 
And to some
The only way to speak their mind
Butterflies And a stomach punching
Sense of reality
Eyes peering from everywhere
For a moment Everyone is your enemy 
With eyes that see your destruction
With intentions 
Always bad 
Cars pass by to lock you
To take away your words
What happened 
to freedom of speech?