Black ink flows through my veins and onto the paper
Is this really all you see when you read me?
I am red as the blood that comforts my heart
And blue as the tears that cover my eyes every time you see me as other
I am green with envy -
That comes from my mother
Over porcelain skin
As you go for a swim
Only to leave me in the shade again
I am orange like the flame that burns when you hurt me
Yellow like the fading street lights as you desert me
On the road to discovery that only I can take
Painted purple with wisdom from my past
Winding into a future that only I can shape
What will I make?
Black ink flows through my veins and onto the paper
Tell me what you see when you read me
About the Creator
Leah Brice
Iām a creative voice often held back by shyness, but here I am, giving you my best. I hope you enjoy š
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