If my poetry was a color
it would be maroon
So that way
I could always find my way back to you
And I am going to hand you a paint brush
So, you can paint over the walls filled with hatred and war
Fill it in with the smiles you have shown
The hardships you have overthrown
I love
the way that your heart is strong enough to fill in all the holes in the ozone
And the way your innocence shines through the darkness
The way you say things like
Ms.Hazel, show me how you can make your arms have blue lines
Or when you try to hand me a half eaten cooking
And how you laugh at all my jokes
Even through they are terrible
And I love knowing the fact that one day
When I fall off the stage
Your little hands will help me up
You will tell me to be brave
And when you think that this will never happen
I can tell you
You do this every day