Poems

Splashes of color

Blank canvas staring at my soul

You are always the same

Never changing with your wide shoulders

Showing me things that I could possibly be

Saying the things that I could never say

Blank canvas, would you care?

Would you care if I threw red paint on you?

Would you care if I followed it with yellow, then maybe blue?

Does it bother you that I want to change you?

What if I smeared black on those shoulders?

Would that hide the red?

Please don’t cry canvas

Wipe those tears away or the paint will smear

In the end you were right to cry

In the end you were right and I was wrong

They pinned you high and called you abstract

They call you unique, memorable, but never beautiful

Never given the time of day; for that I’m dearly sorry

Yet, you need to understand one thing;

We are all abstract

Some of us have more pink than red, but we are the same

You see canvas we all start blank

As the years passes color starts to stain us

This does not make us the same; we are still unique

Just like it makes us beautiful

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