Younger Generations Anew.

I do not have much in me. I'm not a blue blood of Europe, fashionably clothed or grown
I am just a mere flat character, one-dimensioned, and painted with rusty dark charcoal
(They left my eyes gray and my heart black)
I asked my mother and I asked her father's father if they could fill in in my black and white soul to a more exuberant color
I feel minuscule and fragile, perhaps some yellows and pinks will do the trick
And they said to me;
Darling, this rich world is too poor for you

I need nostalgia of the time when a home of heads would let my head rest upon.