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Paint Brush by Bettie B. Youngs

I keep my paint brush 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 you me,
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 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.
So if you’ll be patient and close your eyes.
I’ll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.

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 are my friend, pure as gold.

I need to save my paint brush, though,
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 please let me keep my paintbrush with me
Until I love me, too.

Bettie B. Youngs

Note: This is not my work nor do I take any credit for it. However, before posting my own writing I wanted to share a poem that I hold very dear to my heart. Thank you.

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Sharing life stories, passions, scars, struggles, art, and poetry…is a vulnerable process that exposes the deep crevices of the soul & is not unlike stripping down to reveal the raw emotions of the spirit and human form.

This poem honors this element, which artists giveaway and sacrifice to connect & embellish all of humanity. Thank you for taking the time to appreciate this poem it is one of my favorites by the wonderful Bettie B. Youngs.

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