Power of Paint
It’s time to prepare for life on my own.
This January, I will finally be considered an adult.
My eighteenth birthday will be celebrated in my new home,
And the next photograph will be different.
A familiar frosted smile will now be positioned before a new cake,
In our new home.
The walls behind me will no longer be a shade of off-white,
But instead a sky blue—
The color I picked to paint our new kitchen.
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