And every day I paint,

Diligently, carefully, I paint myself new.

And what is seen by others is this mess of colour,

And uneven lines.

But what I am becoming through the confusion,

And mess,

Is me.

We all want quick fixes to mending relationships with marginalised communities - there are no quick fixes. The affect of exclusion and discrimination are felt on the deepest personal level. So when we meet with those most under-represented, there's no agenda it's one question -

Unravel me and see the woman that hides

Beneath ordinary lies,

Beneath the guise of 'everything's alright'.

Covered by disguise,

Fully clothed through life -

Undress me and see all that makes me.

Guide your fingers down my every curve.

Memorize my marks.

And there you'll find me.

There - you'll find me.