R.E.D.

When i was 21 years old,

My heart was kind and made of Gold.

I met a man whose heart was black,

Whose goal it seemed was to attack.

Im proud of all the blood i shed,

He raped and tried to see me dead.

I prayed so hard, with minutes flying,

But i was not intent on dying..

I lived to tell this tale today,

but sad to say he got away...

Red is anger, Red is sad,

Red is healing, Red is glad

Red to me, is what im saying...

Got me closer with my praying.

Red is the color that makes me unique

red is for anger red is for meek.