Red.
I don’t think so.
There are three colors:
Green, blue and brown.
They’re melting, leaving evidence,
The mark of a criminal.
It doesn’t really bother me,
It should surprise you to know;
But it does scare me.
I scare me.
I am all wanton, all
And completely
Careless and thoughtless.
And I feel for the naivety
Of the rest.
And now it’s green, green,
And red.
Red. What a color.
Boasting, blaring, bragging.
Red.
I’m red.
Copyright © Lacie Perry | Year Posted 2007
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