A Monochromatic Painting

 

 

A monochrome painting is all that were shown,

And all we are taught to believe.

 

If we dare sketch outside the lines,

We are forced to erase till our fingers bleed.

 

From beginners to experts,

We are forced to paint the same picture each time.

 

We all have the same canvas size,

When we all have the desire to break free.

 

The stress and the pain swelling inside my head,

Makes me question what it is all worth.

 

Did I improve? What did I learn?

These questions still continue to torment me.

 

Though I yearn to be full of color is still remaining,

We will continue to illustrate a monochrome painting.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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