I am just like you
pretty when I was born
beautiful when I grew
I was just a person
walking on God's creation
living life with His certain
my color should not matter
we are the colors in His crayon box
mixed and matched, to create a splatter
as it takes form
our blood bleeds the same red
His painting of perfection has lead
to the now
the intelligence He bestowed upon us
perhaps He errored in trusting us
I can envision His hand
wiping the palate clean
a tear rolls down His mighty cheek
Heart broken from what He,s seen
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
I am just like you
pretty when I was born
beautiful when I grew
I was just a person
walking on God's creation
living life with His certain
my color should not matter
we are the colors in His crayon box
mixed and matched, to create a splatter
as it takes form
our blood bleeds the same red
His painting of perfection has lead
to the now
the intelligence He bestowed upon us
perhaps He errored in trusting us
I can envision His hand
wiping the palate clean
a tear rolls down His mighty cheek
Heart broken from what He,s seen