Purple Red
I would keep falling, as if some people I couldn’t see
were tripping me up
My legs would hurt a lot
always bruised always purple
And I would keep cutting my left hand too
The cut would burn under the water
always blood always red Worse case I would keep being wrong
Too much esteem/value, like borrowed clothes
they would look on those I trusted
When they said ‘But she is really different’
I learned with time, all differences are similar My soul would bruise from its pride
and my face would blush from its shame
As a kid I would build a tent with a blanket
you know to take refuge in
Now I was naked in the middle of people
The naked mirror, they would see
and hate its reflections This is why what is left behind is only
two spectacular rainbows of my destiny
always purple always red What can I do, I am forced to say it
I have been deceived a lot stabbed too many times
always deep purple always blood red