I'll be the first to admit
you have power over me.
Yeah, cuz I'm walking
around like an empty coloring book
and I can see you itching to drag out your paints.
But I ain't no Crayola Color girl
I'm a watercolor in the making
I run into myself, dripping with tears of happiness, sorrow, promise ...
so paint me without rainbows
or weeping willow trees
or issues
or skeletons in the closet
paint me with an open hand
and an uncritical eye
paint me potential
paint me black and white with colors like sunrises in between
paint me warm, paint me ice, paint me baby blue and
obnoxious orange
paint me so that I can look into the mirror and smile
paint me so I like who I am.