
My blank canvas was forged
At the spark of spawn
Into a world engorged
With the painted and drawn
Mother colored me pink
Father splashed me with blue
The colors made me think
To learn what's tried and true
As the seasons went by
I grew into my own
I laughed then I cried
For I feared the unknown
Everyone had a color
But I hadn't found mine
Painful to discover
I was running out of time
With paintbrush in hand
I looked to the sky
Desperate to understand
The reasoning why
As a rainbow uncovers
I can finally see
I was all of the colors
And the colors were me
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