Color Me Red

We will never back down.

pink.

His story assigned this as our hue

by the way our cheeks flush when They make the first move

or the tint of fear when They raise their voice at us

so They painted our bodies in a subtle hint of pink

just subtle,

They had to stand out more

They had to be the stronger pigment

They had the control of the paintbrush

and in Their eyes, we were perfect

but the canvas changes day by day,

and its tone becomes more unjust as time passes 

so we want different hues

when a Queen with a silver crown,

a Heroine with a gold belt,

an Actress with brown eyes,

and a Champion with a black-haired child,

dared to dye with something new

the saturation of the hues blinded Them

so They tagged us with a different tint

and everyone who was associated with it,

will be dimmed, erased or locked in a tube

but in Our eyes, We are progressive

We refuse to let ourselves fade because of Them

We have the control of Our crayons

so no, 

They cannot color us,

color me

red.

Author's Note

I wrote this for our Creative Writing class. Feel free to share your thoughts!

Reviews

[poetgurl]

I like the highlighted colors, some colors can be happy and sad and in between thoughts.
Really nicely written and expressed.

[pearl]

thank you!!