Paintbrush

July 2006 @ the Meteor Garden in AdNU Pacol. 4418 Acquaintance Party and Farewell Party to Mama Ace.


This is my favorite poem written by Bettie B. Youngs. You may have read it in one of the Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul editions.

PAINTBRUSH

I keep my paintbrush with me
Wherever I may go
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn't show.

I'm so afraid to show me to you
Afraid of what you'll do
That you might laugh or say mean things
I'm afraid I might lose you
I'd like to remove all of my paint coats
To show you the real true me
But I want you to try and understand
I need you to accept what you see.

Now my coats are all stripped off
I feel naked, bare and cold
And if you still love me with all that you see
You're my friend pure as gold.

I need to keep my paintbrush with me
And hold it in my hand
I want to keep it handy
In case somebody doesn't understand
So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true
But I need to keep my paintbrush with me
Until I love me too.