Sometimes when I paint I am carried off into another time Another Space My face no longer my face Transported and blended onto the canvas for some to admire For some to turn their heads in disgust Using my fingers Toes Breast Nose Covering surfaces with my DNA Sharing shades of me that may have been hidden from the world Running back in time just to find That little girl with broken crayons She has a box of only 8 attempting to color the world Sad then because it was hard to color the oceans with almost nothing How does one color the sky being held at a minimum? Seems somewhat disrespectful To her surprise was given a box of 24 then she could color more Then 64 Doors opened and she paused as she realized that not everything was beautiful Could she still color the good....the bad and the not so pretty The grime? The Gritty? Poured all of the colors on the floor and allowed herself to explore The little Brown girl with the brown eyes began to color....to paint...to express And will continue to do so How she imagines blends chasing one another Having conversations Expressing themselves Dancing and mixing love Love....Because I love this Photo by Nima #NimaGirlProductions #solofme #free2bme #nimaspoetry #artlife #photography #Poem https://www.instagram.com/p/CXclc37rxPI/?utm_medium=tumblr