Men, what do you do with your canvas?
She says,
"Paint me! I'm the canvas; you're the artist, so just paint me.
What will I look like? I can't wait to see!
Just paint me!
I present myself ready to be filled in completely
So complete me and paint me.
So far I've given you all of me, so why am I the color blue?
Don't you realize when you paint me, I'm a reflection of you?
I let you paint me only because I love you.
Is blue the only color that you know?
You are my mirror; I need more color.
Or is it time to let you go?
I let you paint me, but that totally blue color ain't me.
I'm dashes of red, dabs of green; I'm a vibrant human being.
If I was in the form of a musical note, I would sing!
I let you paint me,
But there are no mellow yellows with a streak of pink and a tinge of orange.
And though I was born as a black canvas, I still know what I don't want.
I hope you understand this.
I'd hate to be dictatingwhat colors I want to be
Though I may get what I think, I would never know, with your contribution what could be added to me.
Instead I would be guilty of controlling your identity and creativity.
But I'm the only one responsible for my own destiny.
So please bring out the best in me when you paint me!
I've seen other canvasses older
Forcing you to be even more creative because now you are painting over other colors belonging to other brothers.
Right now my needs are simple.
Don't color me blue cuz it ain't me.
Just add a touch to your brush, find different colors, and
Paint me, paint me, paint me!

Copyright 1998 Geoffrey Watts