I would want to paint the world a brighter color. Break off its masks of black and white and bring out the striking red I've learned to love, even though I thought I liked it better in monochrome.
I would tell you all your self worth, and teach you to look past your cracks in the mirror, and snatch your head from the microscope so that maybe you could learn to see.
I want to ask you all, 'what's your pain? what's your pleasure? what can I do for you?' I want to say hello to you, and catch a glimpse of a smile out of your grey long faces, with times new roman typeset of black and dreary words draining from the rain, down gutters and saying 'I hate myself. I'm ugly. I'm stupid. I'm worthless.'
I want to tell you that you're not.
If that means breaking the norm and painting the world in bright red graffiti, maybe I will. After all, street art, though criminal, is better than these white walls we live in.
I want you to see that you're beautiful. I want you to see that even if you look in the mirror and vomit, or look at these lying papers and pictures trying to cast you into lies, trying to keep you down, that you aren't what they say.
That you aren't even what YOU say.
It isn't image or intellect or any of these things you tell yourself you lack.
You bring something different to the table.
No one wants a picnic of just fried chicken or salad or lemonade or mac and cheeze. Let's make ourselves a banquet fit for kings.
Paint this world in a myriad of colors no one has even heard of.
I want to see it light up for once.