You only see me in red.
Passion, Force, Violence.
The blood of prejudice spread
Upon the soaked battlefields
Of red. And you’re wrong.
I’m not the red lace seducing.
I’m not a red flame
Consuming.
The sign giving directions: stop.
I’m nothing but red to you.
The future red of a Chinese wedding.
A dot upon my forehead as I embrace your religion.
Your Messiah’s words.
645 nm wavelength.
Aka, Rojo, Ala. Language barriers.
Oxygenated hemoglobin makes my blood
Red. Blood that carries Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome.
Bono singing and signing autographs for Red.
Inspi(red). All with those sunglasses of red.
Wearing that red bikini. Searching for attention.
An attention prostitute. That’s who I am to you.
A warrior god with an entire planet named after me.
While the goddess of love doesn’t deserve one of
Red. The cherry on top of a sundae of
Cherry — red strawberry ice cream.
“I just don’t love you, red.”
I pop against a white and black party.
Strawberry Pop-tarts. The breakfast of
Champions. Thirsty for victory.
The American flag raised high on a pole.
Fireworks of red explode overhead.
Red pens mark my defeat.
You still think I’m red.
And I’m starting to see that you’re right.
I’m a primary color, that seems to add life
To everything. Just watch me work on the stock market.
In East Asia, I make people happy. In America, well
You can’t all win.
Red aura of vibrant health.
My name will not be written in red.
A curse will not be my fate.
Don’t display me in your windows
In your district in Amsterdam.
A streamlined Ferrari
Speeding, gliding,
Out of control. All for red.
You say I should soften my color.
I should become pink in your eyes.
Colorblind eyes. That’s what you have.
Don’t call me red, because you’re wrong.
I’m really periwinkle, but that’s an entirely different
Story of my life.