My Beautiful Painting


Creases from where you've been folded
Scratches from where you've been hurt
Rips and tears that show your past,
Yet you're still the best artwork

Made of many colors
People only see black and white
My African Mona Lisa
Your future shines so bright

So many stories told here
Not many willing to learn
Seeing that this painting was so roughly made,
brings up some concern

Though it is not about how it was made
It is about what you are looking at
What is your perception of the damage it has?
Would it be different if you could change its past

My beautiful painting I will always choose you
No matter your past, present, or future
I will always look through your seams
To see what I want to perceive
My beautiful painting, it is not always as it seems

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