I want you to know that you are the spilled paint that has spread across the blank canvas that held my life together
You are eraser shavings, blotted ink, and washed out lipstick stains
Created with the hands of the artists inside me, you were created with purpose
Your eyes were drawn by my mother and your lips curved by your father
Your skin is shaded by your grandparents and every dent and freckle was sketched by me
The strength that bleeds between your bones connects you to your ancestors
The ones who bled the same blood for you
Every ounce of your being has a base of pride and you will wear it like a crown