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Hope & Bo

A lasting tale

By Matthew PrimousPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
Hope & Bo
Photo by Mark Basarab on Unsplash

There was a time long ago

Where people used arts

And beauty to unitized their time

There was a certain girl who

Did not know how to speak, write or read yet but she loved art.

She would draw pictures of

Whatever she sees and show her parents

She drew heroes and heroines

And when she was older

She drew villains and discovered her talent

One day at school Hope was given

The hard task of sculpting

She knew she was a good weaver with coils so tight she could easily make clothing but this

Art was really hard imagining something inside from your own mind

Hope wanted to make a living statue that represent something special to her, something she could remember

A masterpiece and tribute

She thought I give you the eye color of my mother, I give you the red bowtie of my father, I paint you brown fur as the ground for strength and just like me now I want to remember the smile of my youth when I am old with the little white fur around your mouth

Hope pour her soul into this masterpiece and she called him Bo.

Hope made a promise to never do that with art again because it took so much out of her.

She placed him in the climax of her room forbidding anyone to touch Bo.

It happened that Hope's family was moving and an art appraiser who work as a realtor came by to make an offer for their house after seeing Bo, the realtor offer more inciting her parents for Bo. Hope was at school. Her parents rejected the offer stating Bo is Hope's greatest work.They told Hope and she was upset. The realtor was constant about Bo increasing the price.Her family grew desperate and Hope offer another art. Weeks later, Bo somehow started to decay and Hope notice. Her parents talk her into giving him up.

The realtor was thrilled but he reduced the price taking Bo as is then all of a sudden Bo fell a part and the realtor threw the artwork out his car on Hope's new family home. Hope glad to see Bo cried in joy and piece him together with better art ulitizels with some of the money the realtor pay her parents. Hope never kept her eye off of Bo again.

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About the Creator

Matthew Primous

I am a Black Scholar, International Scholar, & Google Scholar, & 3-Time Eber & Wein Best Poet., Nominee for Poet of the Year, 2020 Black Author Matters Winner, 2 time Akademia Excellence Essayists,& 2022 Honorary Muckrack Journalist.

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