My canvas

My canvas, My soul

colored by others who paint

My layers, My years

some deep, some faint

My colors, My life

blended by interactions

My shading, My fire

most reactions

My blackness, My dark

deep lines of experience

My yellow, My fear

survival sense

My blueness, My down

some empathy, some sorrow

My redness, My ire

rage to borrow

My whiteness, my light

helps paint others even more

My orange, My warmth

love fuels my core

My purple, My wealth

some to share and some to store

My greenness, My wants

hunger for more

My easel, my care

sometimes it's nice to be held

My brushes, My deeds

good and bad meld

My lighting, My grace

to accept those around me

My chroma, My will

a choice for me

My canvas, My start

pristine when I was first born

My canvas, My frame

some clean, some worn

My canvas, My art

a masterpiece when I die

My canvas, My heart

on which I rely