Upbringing
October 27, 2021
Upbringing
My smile painted with watercolor
Meant to wash away with the weather
Staining dry on a layer of a thin whitened canvas
With the pigments of pastels,
In replacement of my worldly, neutral tones
The blueprint of my ancestry tinted
The plans of my future drawn over
Sometimes I wish they didn’t add their own hue to mine
But they used watercolor
And not sharpie
I can wash it,
Away.