Please God don’t let me
stay in my juvenile ways where my whole
existence depends on the color of my crayon.
I want to flow like an ink pen in a writer’s palm,
dancing from word to word.Don't let me look just like any other
pretty poster in this world.
I want to stand out like a blue colored rose
in a black and white world.
Don't let me blend in with the background
I want to live a life that reminds me of a kaleidoscope,
changing colors and patterns with every turn.
Don't let me exist as if I am candle stick.
I want to ignite my own fire, choose my own scent,
choose my complexion, and blaze forever!
Don't let me get trapped within the lines of a coloring book.
I want to paint my own picture that'll have no restrictions.
Don't let me signify the average rainfall.
I want to bounce back up after a fall,
I don't want to pitter patter,
I want to become effervescent when I hit the ground.
Don't let me hate being far from perfect, let me love it!
I want to allow myself to be a misfit puzzle piece.
Don't let me bury myself like a broken heart.
I want to sing my heart's neglected song, hitting every note perfectly.
Don't let me stay the selfish shellfish.
I want to have a heart that's overloving
Please God don't let me exist as anything but me.

