Paint.
Paint me black
Paint me white
But paint me red
I become a color
But what color
Bright or Dark
Faded
Maybe I am faded
Hate me
I changed
Stop adding colors to me then
White to black
I am gray, broken
Hit white with a faded black, bruised
Hit yellow with white, flushed
Taking the beauty out of my paint
Turning color, colors
Into actions
Can my flower be safe?
Fatality to my bowl of fruit?
I guess you hate them too
You messing up my picture
I painted this but you
You’re changing up my picture
With your hate
Maybe if you painted.
You could relate.
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