Carefully produced to create candid conversations with its canvas. Soft wax at first, then hardened to form its shape. Characterized by a unique color and placed delicately in a box surrounded by others the same, yet different.
The task of a crayon can be trying, much like the task of being a black woman. Created uniquely, each with our own color. Crafted to design art.
Constantly used and handled, exerting energy toward the things that matter to us the most. The things that help shape our masterpiece.
Expected to create something new every time. One by one each burden applies pressure. Back and forth with each stroke we begin to dull, and eventually we break.
Immediately we rush to choose a new crayon. Comparing ourselves to other crayons, blind to the fact that we’ve each been given a purpose: to bring our masterpiece to life.
Don’t be deceived. Brokenness is beautiful. It’s ok to color outside of the lines. To peel our delicate paperback. To embrace every detail. Don’t ever be ashamed of the wear and tear of your heart. We are still created to create under any circumstance. Pick up your broken pieces sis. No masterpiece was ever created by an artist who gave up.
Broken pieces contribute to your masterpiece. Broken pieces make us who we are.
Broken Crayons Still Color.
What are you going to create with the broken pieces of yourself?