Welcome back! It’s been a long minute since I last posted, but I’m back. The other day, I did a spoken word poetry reading. The moderator assigned us to explore a color. My Libra self couldn’t pick just one color, so here goes my poem. Thank you in advance for reading.
Red
A good ol’ fave
Crimson lips and passion painted fingertips
The color of your cheeks when love touches your lips.
Red.
Aggression.
Expression.
The heat in the kitchen, It’ll burn if you let it.
Red
Dad asked, “What color do you want your first car to be?”
“Red,” I said.
“Okay, so blue.”
Blue
Everyone associates you with the blue.
“It’s in the eyes, Chico.”
Blessed pools from the ocean.
Blue
Empathy.
Serenity.
Emotions worn on your sleeve,
that’s how one could describe me.
Please take care, they say.
Blue.
He called me his Red Devil, but never wanted me as his Blue Angel.
The fire inside sits atop the sea,
burning to a shore
I have yet to explore.
All this Red verses Blue will make you purple.
It is time to mellow.
Consider yourself yellow.
