Poems

Purple Red

I kept falling, as if people I couldn’t see
 
were tripping me up
 
My legs hurt a lot
 
always bruised always purple
 
And I kept cutting my left hand too
 
The gash burned under the water
 
always blood always red
 
 
Worst case I would always be mistaken
 
Too much esteem hung like borrowed
 
clothes on those I trusted
 
When they said ‘But she’s quite different’
 
I learned in time, all differences are alike
 
 
My soul was bruised by pride
 
and my face flushed with shame
 
When I was a kid I’d build a tent out of a blanket
 
to take refuge in, you know
 
Now I am naked in the middle of a crowd
 
A naked mirror they will gaze into
 
and hate their own reflection
 
 
And that’s why the only thing still left
 
is the spectacular twin rainbows of my fate
 
always purple always red
 
 
What can I do, I have no choice but to say it
 
So often I’ve been deceived, stabbed too many times
 
always deep purple always blood red