Once a girl was happy, light, and loved.
She was white and beautiful and shown like a dove.
she never did anything wrong, only did what was right.
she learned it’s not okay to be colorful here, only white.
So she got a job, had a boyfriend, got married
Very soon she felt heavy and burdened and buried
In this whirlwind we call life, and she said goodbye to her.
She became the girl who goes to a party and soon slurs.
She was told one day that she had had no life
She looked down at the sharp, pointed knife.
She considered, if only for a moment, to really wave bye
But then she thought with a drawn out sigh
No. I want to live and love and dream and BE
So she got in her car and she drove far away to see
What was out there in the city of life and happiness, NYC
So she bought those red heels, and she wore them everyday
and she kissed that one boy one day on the subway
she made up for lost time and she learned all along
You don’t have to be cool, hip, or even belong
One just has to believe, live, love, kiss, dream,
Because you may wake up one day to a too bright beam,
You realize the brightness and white light
Is your blank canvass, called Your Life.
You thought you did everything right, did nothing too tart.
But in the end, all you made was Nothing, completely void of art.