You are not your parents
Nor who the cruel others make of you
You are the hardbound books you read
and the songs that by heart, you knew

You are not just one color
You are not just blue, red, nor green
You are the beats that you dance to
And the words you say you mean

Write  your own dreamy stories
The pen is on your hand
Don't let others write your plot
Don't let it come out so bland

You are who you make of yourself
Don't let the world tell you otherwise
Try to explore deep inside of you
Before your true self pay the price