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

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