Ooh colorful face
That others mistake
For just horror and pain
though you be beautiful
Like a rainbow after it rains
And personal
Like a name
Your eyes are purple and blue
But don’t let that blind you
Your hurt doesn’t have to bind you
To a past half true
I see your fists are clinched and red
Because of a past you dread
That you wish could be dead
But be proud of the blood you bled
It’s you in the end
Your skin is covered with yellow
Because you didn’t live in a chateau
you lived in a ghetto
Where you counted on your elbows
But your marks make you beau,
They give you a distinct glow
No need to pretend
It’s you in the end
Like a name,
It’s personal.
Like a rainbow after it rains,
you’re beautiful
It is horror and pain
But it’s not a mistake
Oh colorful face
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