I am made of colours.
Colours that are
not red like my blood
or blue like my veins
pale like my skin
or brown like my eyes.
Colours that don't
dry or age.
Colours that
are there on your paint brush.
Colours that were sprinkled,
splashed,
sometimes thrown
casually.
Colours that don’t rinse
and let me see what
I was like
before you coloured me.
Colours
That made my body
a canvas
Colours that made
you a painter.
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