They’ve painted me black;
They’ve painted me white;
They’ve painted me in every color and shade!
And now look at me;
I’m a mess, you see—
Yet, another mess that everyone has made.
I have been labeled;
I have been branded;
Oh, yes, they think I am the way I look!
But here in my mind,
I’m certain you’ll find
The colors of the Farm of Sunnybrook
I’m a hidden rainbow;
I’m a poignant drama
Messed up by someone else’s paint!
But stirring within me,
There is a mystery—
Too pure that you have dared not taint.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem