black and blue

I named my daughters Violet and Maizie.

But myself, I'm no particular color like "purple" or "yellow", other than maybe a shade or two of gray now. Maybe the closest I come to being a color is how I relate to a mosquito slap. I have a lot to be red about. There's a lot to be angry about. There's a lot to blush at. Especially when passion gets you in the gut and desperation's got you by the throat. And the voice inside your head is trying to smolder the flames while your heart is sweating at the effort of sending out smoke signals, either way, I'm on fire.

The atonement for my sins is trying to raise my girls to be their own prisim instead of feeling that their pale female skin is a prison.