painted

 I've opened the paintings
enjoying acrylic rain
their doors had been locked
unleashed the hounds of brush strokes
no one knew my abstract ideals
or the dance of each stroke
no one knew my color scheme
or the no mistake law
layers of paint like
the epidermis was drawnby god
all shades so beautiful
reds and yellows
tanning in the sun
we are all blank canvas in the begining
it is the world that designates what is beauty
however who would hang you in their living room
if your colors weren't perfect
if you weren't framed but

stretched unrolled with no wood as backbone
beauty of all colors is the dream
and if you ever feel lost by your shade
remember the world is ecclectic
your true colors will taste right
in the lighting
that is within all humans black pupils
don't let yourself hang crooked
let the master piece you are
shine....

don't let black and white be