Color Me
I'm conceived into this world seeing everything black and white.
I perceived that the world around me was full of rainbow textures, light and intensity.
I've walked through many journies during my twenty five years as I still have a lot more to add
to my coloring book. I came in this navy journey thinking it was only so black and white,
more like gray and sometimes blue. I experience so many different shades from many souls that my
coloring book was filling up quickly that I didn't even keep up with time. After my time,
seeing fluorescent accents and shades around the world, I felt like my coloring book was being
fulfilled. Then coming home to sweet, ole America, my coloring book went back to basic shades and
neutral grounds. Depsite my rainbow experiences, I wear this colorful coat that's invisible to you but believable to me.
It brings so much favor and gain to me. It has its own page in my coloring book.
So color me and follow me and you will see a Prosperity me.
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