Colors of Me
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"Paint the roses red", she said
But the roses were beautiful and not yet dead
They held life with their colors, stories they told
Before carved into the mask forced hold
When did the colors of me
Turn to was versus what will be
Where did the infusions of who I am now
Become suddenly blind to the musts of society
They tell me to paint on the lipstick red
What happened to the burgundy of the pain conquered
They say the mirror says beauty should not age
Why cover up the peach wrinkled laugh lines on my face
Powder Pink, upon my cheeks will make it so
You can not see the suns coral bright kiss from days long ago
Black pencil lines to squeeze tight the eyes
Did my joyous auburn surprises be something to disguise
Streak yellow on the top, like a barbie from a box
Why cover the amber patches from hard outdoor summer work
To keep the face dry of the blue tears you should not cry
But these sapphire drops built me up from bridges God needed me to cross
When did it happen, that they decide
In which shades of black and white I should hide
I gave no permission, yet from them others stripped away
Tried to bleed my of my colors, force out all the grey
I am giving it back, these 'colors' they force
For I create my own through love, triumph and loss
They can have what they made the simple primary ones
These secondary colors of mine will be made by me
Not infused by a colorless, mirror made, society