I was born, a blank canvas
Propped up, on an unstable easel
Outlined in black, by a myriad, of life’s choices
(BY YOU)
And then, you colored me in
With magnificent hues
In places I dare not know were empty
(BY ME)
And then, i found color within me
Made of magnificent hues
In places I previously feared were empty
(BY US)
And then, the world colored me in
With magnificent hues
In places I never imagined exploring before
(BY NO ONE)
Filled in with magnificent hues
And then, society stripped me clean
Bleached my colors, and left me empty
Feb 7, 2024
Feb 7, 2024 at 4:49 PM UTC
I was born, a blank canvas
Propped up, on an unstable easel
Outlined in black, by a myriad, of life’s choices
(BY YOU)
And then, you colored me in
With magnificent hues
In places I dare not know were empty
(BY ME)
And then, i found color within me
Made of magnificent hues
In places I previously feared were empty
(BY US)
And then, the world colored me in
With magnificent hues
In places I never imagined exploring before
(BY NO ONE)
Filled in with magnificent hues
And then, society stripped me clean
Bleached my colors, and left me empty
The first 3 lines stay consistent
And then “painted” in 4 ways
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