Painted Walls.
I paint my walls.
Where there is room, I use colors of many kinds.
I paint murals and drawings, that come from my heart.
I paint my walls.
I paint my walls.
I paint my face with an imaginary mask.
Painting a pretty face over an ugly frown.
I paint my walls.
I paint my walls.
I paint a picture of who I’m trying to be.
I draw and sketch of who they want me to be.
Art is supposed to be free, but now things are different.
I paint my walls.
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