Read, Review, Rejoice

Recognition, renown, to be seen by all
Showing, laughing, crying, to hear the call

To cry out and exclaim
To craft the written word
To sculpt the frame of woman in a material worth

The artist sees
The writer knows
The musician hears
The viewer grows

The rest must learn:
That there is a magic few will learn
And fewer still, desperately yearn

It is those who create and crave
They return the magic, they seek the power
They offer the legends to the brave

Craft comes not for free, the opinion will... must be told
Bad with good, to which a filter, the creator, must hold

So dear creators, fear not the voice
It was your craft to share, to all your soul to bare

Expect cross words, expect emotional carnage
But never, save your love of the craft!, let your look and love tarnish

But in the end we must give back
Offer up our experiences to send the new upon the right track

Review and Rejoice
The next generation of work depended, nay depends!, upon our very choice