I caught my breath
Standing on this ledge alone
There’s not much to say
Except / I am the world
You can’t try to paint your colors on me
But I am not your canvas .
I am the one who walked through the fire
I survived this .
You can’t push me over this ledge
Held together by your paper clips
I’m needle and thread .
I count my joy in the sky with every star that is shining .
I can’t feel the numb of your presence
Of the blind .
I am my own canvas
Yours black and white
