Painted Walls.

 

 

I paint my walls.

Where there is room, I use colors of many kinds.

I paint murals and drawings, that come from my heart.

I paint my walls.

 

I paint my walls.

I paint my face with an imaginary mask.

Painting a pretty face over an ugly frown.

I paint my walls.

 

I paint my walls.

I paint a picture of who I’m trying to be.

I draw and sketch of who they want me to be.

Art is supposed to be free, but now things are different.

I paint my walls.

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