April 6th: Transparent

Transparent

Put your brush down
woman
leave your transparency exposed
pause your paints of uncertainty 
just for this day
welcome the sun through this open face
to cast rainbows against the wall

you look to fall in love with another like you,
seeking to love yourself through another lens

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