"ST EDETARRSU AACMI"
Look I'm a crayon.
ThAt colors your life in sight,
But what if I'm white?
And on whiTe paper you'll use me upon.
See? Youll thRow me away,
Since you don't see my valuE.
But then A true artist came to me anyway,
And with him I saw mySelf in diverse view.
He taUght self love to me so easily,
And with that, I believed moRe in him.
As hE showed me his art called "My life" so candidly,
That told me I shined light to his worlD of grim.
Even if thrown and a broken Crayon,
Yet still Able to color his life from now on.
He, an excellent artiSan picked me up,
And never again did he leT me drop.
