mixed masterpiece by aubrey wycklendt
One great stroke, then color! It’s blue. Lightskin is the right skin Is what is new. Another brush, now with green. Can’t choose a side cause then It’s demeaning. In the paint, now splattered on. Since I’m mixed, It’s hard to be strong. Black and white, you’ll be seen As one or the other, Try and try to change their minds, But then get a different color. We have our nicknames, But we must give them meaning Layer the paint in all directions, Then hold it up And see it gleaming. Make a buck, They still don’t recognize. But the painting sold And the work’s all done. Brushes washed, table cleared. Two colors made us, And all we can do Is paint how we persevere.
40//Growth
the girl
by eryn greuel
