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