Paint Me

January 21, 2015

Paint me red for all the love

that I have on the inside and around me.

Paint me green for the evil of money

and watching my baby girl

grow up like a tree.

Paint me like you see,

the blue in my face because of my shiniess.

Paint me gold for how vain I can be.

Paint me with stereotypes

because of all the people

who THINK they can

DEFINE ME

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