I have been tainted

By the colors

Yes, tainted not painted

That would be preferred

That could be removed

But you stole ink

It wasn’t yours

Poured it down my throat

Till all the color

Bled black

Black

Tainted

In stolen words

I would prefer to be painted

An imperfect rainbow would do

Even a shade of grey

But tainted

And bled from a black heart

That was the extent of it