Abigail A.

I’ll tell ya - Life for me ain’t no new box of crayons.

It’s been deprived of color,

And lost it’s trail of magic,

It’s had Grimy green’s

And Broken blues.

Just plain nasty and gross.

Yet -

I keep using them,

I don’t wanna change me, and

Don’t go buy yourself one for nothin

Then know

My life ain’t been no new box of crayons

I ain’t have no Tickle my toes pink

Or Mellow yellow,

I just got browns and greys,

Yet they are bright in their own ways.

Because even though they may be dull,

Gross and pointless,

I keep using them.

Since,

Life for me, ain’t been no new box of crayons.