I could've painted!

Never could I hold their attention with words

Couldn’t tell a story to save my life

I felt like a prisoner


Then finally, one day, I broke the code

And learned to speak in their language



That meant I had to listen to mine

To be with Ok with who I was

To look…and even gaze

At the colors I saw in life


Some have mouths

Some have ears

Some have feet

I was born with eyes



Let me show you a little girl’s face

Full cheeks flushed in the outdoor chill

squinting

A knitted hat over both ears

Blonde hair pulled out into a thin loop on one side

Oops! Here’s a Kleenex!




I know I would’ve loved to have painted!