Red

I'm an outleir, Because I'm red

RED
At first glance it's war,
At the second it's love,
Then blood.

I remember- as a child,
... My favorite color was blue,
But- Soon- I discovered,
... The world was too blue.

Red was next,
But my peers always preferred blue,

Red is not perceived as a calm color,
But when it cradles me,
I ponder...why can't blue cradle me,
the same way red can...

When I was little,
Many girls liked pink,
They would wear skirts,
Dresses,
Why didn't I want that?

I wasn't obsessed with horses,
I liked to write and draw,
With colors that weren't blue and pink,
The boys chose blue,
The girls chose pink.

But I'm an outlier,
Because I'm red.

Author's Note

Whelp this happened again...