My Image

I'm allowed to cultivate my own image

I'm allowed to cover my canvas in

black paint when I want to drown my past

I'm allowed to do fast, short strokes of red when I want more passion

and

slow, smooth lines of blue when I need that calm

I'm allowed to flick specks of gold so the world don't forget how bright I shine

And I'm allowed to wash it all away

as many times as I want

As many times as it takes

Until I feel that the world sees me

and more importantly

until I see me

because

I am allowed to cultivate my own image