One Canvas

A baby born pure and bright

A slate to be painted

By the canvas of life

We are all the same

Underneath

And then like the original blast

Paint starts spewing from other peoples past

Our lives are determined at their glance

By the ink they print

On our canvas

Their feelings become ours

Their fears our deepest

Their walls and boundaries our limits

Their enemies painted on our canvas

Their joys grace the corners

What makes them smile

What turns them on

So many people

Painting their lives on our canvas

And when each canvas is covered

It would seem that

We are all colored

By our pasts

We've not yet created

We clash.

Our colors

Fucia, emerald, navy

Grey, black, brown

White, orange, yellow

Explode!

And we walk the earth

A living breathing painting

The way we've been painted

Becomes our living truth

Our living truths

Enough!

I am not your painting

I am not your canvas

I am human, as are you

I am not your depiction of me

Nor your depiction of life

You may have formed me

But you can't conform me

Freedom

Is the ability to walk away from your canvas

Color

Is the ability to create

I will be something new

Wash my slate clean

And here I stand strong

Because I join with you

And together we paint

Our future

Our hopes

Our dreams

Together we release from the past

We start new

We use the paints

From where our beginnings came

But blend them in color

To be one and the same

To understand is the world's best kept secret

To be understood, to understand is to progress

We become one as we share

Our colors

You and I

We paint on one canvas

OUR stories.

OUR glories.

There is no me without you

So to eachother we must be true

Now we are all the same

We are all a blank canvas

Under our frame

So together we paint across our edges

Glued by our colors

We are one

Colorful Humanity