Paint me til perfection,

Observe me, visual inspection,

A shamed of what is seen,

Shades of purple, brown, and green,

Purple outlines on my face,

Brown covers that can be traced

Back to my roots of green, my familia tree,

Climb the ladder to the yellow leaves,

The branches control these,

And even as I sparkle and gleam,

The yellow leaves betray me, because I am green,

Rain makes me slide back down to green, to see the better things,

She says 'Its okay, accept that you're green,

And brown butter cream,

Don't climb higher to live beyond the green,

Be a queen, rock braids, and fro's,

Take off those other colors, and let go!'