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paint


we are all a blank canvas , but only given one color to paint in and our actions are our brush strokes dont be so aware of the color , youre afraid to make any strokes or so adamant about your color you dont care about your strokes but know that no matter what color you are black, white, brown , yellow, green , or blue its the beauty of the strokes that makes the painting your imagination is the only limitation you can use different shades, different brushes so no matter how hard anyone tries , you are unique so dont focus on the color of your skin focus on the beauty in your actions because thats what makes life worth living its the difference between MLK and O.J the difference between Joel Olsteen and Adolf Hitler the difference between Ceasar Chavez and Pablo Escobar the difference between angels and demons so make each stroke as if it was your last so when the red and blue show up behind you it'll be the difference between put your hands up or shaking hands and being told there should be more like you so when you pass from this world to the next it'll be there different between being told you have failed or welcome my son the difference between your painting being disposed of or remembered forever.
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