Paint

Paint 

by Jaylen Espinoza 

You paint me every day

Since I was born

Tell me what I am 

Who I can be

And not to stray or be torn

The paint is heavy

Each stroke on my canvas 

Hurts

Tears

Yet no one repairs

Colors and textures apply 

And fade

Yet you still paint me

I am in pain

I want to be free 

To paint my own canvas

But you like control

Of what’s on the surface 

I try and I try 

To wipe my slate clean

But yet again you paint me

Till I tear clean

I fall through 

And I am an empty slot

Not their mold

Not their canvas

But an image 

Of them I’m not 

You bicker 

You yell 

You tell me I’m your burden

Walk without “our” paint

Or you’ll be uncertain 

I throw away their splots 

And dash their brushes

Run from their colors

Of black and bruises

As I turn around

I face what I see

DaRk black canvas 

Staring back at me

Who is that darkness?

What is that I see?

That is what raised me

My dark family 

I tell them no more

I don’t want your paint

I can be me

And paint my own paint 

They slowly fade away

Into the blackness they belong

I open the door

And hear a new song 

New paint and new colors

New doors and new people

Vibrant colors and pastels 

These are my people

I paint myself blue

I paint myself white

I paint myself pink

Because that’s who I am inside