I am my canvas

I am a canvas, life is my brush,  every stroke painted by my choices.

My red accepts that I am happy in my comfort zone and forgets the girl who wanted to be a physicist

My yellow glows my need to still be loved by the stranger who just told me to shut up and make them a coffee

My blue is my charm that turns a coffee stop into a therapy session as I prescribe another brownie to the overworked housekeeper.

My black is the abyss my mind falls into when those around me discuss politics and i try my best to become a shadow

My orange sees the sweetness in those who do their best to hide every ounce of fragility from the world

My green dreams of being an artist but feels cheated by a lack of talent and victimized by a shortfall of patience.

My canvas is an impression on every customer like a splash of paint caught on the side of their cheek.

I hold my canvas proud in the hopes that others will show me theirs

The world is a gallery where you may not like every piece you see.

You haven't seen the struggle in the artwork of someone's life, so who are you to say whether or not their colours are acceptable.

Be proud of the unique work that is you, because whether you like it or not,

you're an artist