Painted Child

Dear painted child, do not hide,
Thy roots and innocence inside.

Those that mock and shun thy birth,
Cannot see thy priceless worth.

Dear painted child, can they not see,
Thy light inside, thy true beauty?

Wilt they not deign to understand,
Thy heritage of distant land?

God made thee true–be free and wild,
Be bold and proud, my painted child!

Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich

This poem was written in response to Sadje’s What do you see # 159- November 7, 2022, so please visit her page to participate and/or read other responses. I did not include the picture in my post because I went in sort of a different direction.

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