Paint me a mint green
Like the gum
Of the whore down the street
Does it make me more attractive?
Paint me bold red
A demanding color
I've got the scarf
Now where's the bull
Will you finally run after me now?
Paint me a scarlet
Like a sign on the street
Then will you finally
Finally listen when I say stop?
Paint me a bright yellow
Like the dim sun
On warm afternoons
Then will you see that my mood
Won't effect my test scores?
Paint me a bright orange
Or maybe a lavender, magenta
My favorite colors won't
make me love myself anymore
Will they?
Paint me all the colors of the rainbow
It won't change a damn thing
so grab your brushes and get to work.
YOU ARE READING
Why Do We Smile?
Poesía*Previously "It Gets Better, Later On" •Short but Completed•
