Poems

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