My old art teacher failed me for this painting, I was supposed to draw a normal banana. A normal banana means nothing. I was hurting, I wanted to bleed and suffer and die, but I hid it all with a colorful personality. There was so much pressure from every one thats why the fingers were there. I'm not just a banana. I am creative I can make a dolphin out of it, but I'm also human, I have layers. I think that is better than just a plain banana. I know my worth.