Not quite red and not quite blue.
Transforming one’s point of view.
Like the shifting autumn tree.
Burgundy. Burgandi.
Tucked between the rainbow stripes.
Closet doors. Stereotypes.
Brighter than the eye can see.
Burgundy. Burgandi.
Dancing through the color wheel.
Taking hearts no one would steal.
Brick-filled towns and one city.
Burgundy. Burgandi.
Flowers blooming in the rain.
Petals on the windowpane.
Wine droplets on the doily.
Burgundy. Burgandi.
Bleeding knuckles from the fight.
Walking left and wheeling right.
Golden cracks. Kintsugi.
Burgundy. Burgandi.
The hue of the setting sun.
The view of the night to come.
Eight. Three zeros. A twenty.
Burgundy. Burgandi.
About the Creator
Burgandi Rakoska
Burgandi Rakoska is a disabled author who is currently undertaking a PhD at the University of Leeds, having graduated from Columbia University, Teachers College. Burgandi writes disability representation like she's running out of time...
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