Red.
-Not pink?
No. Red.
Like the koolaid
Ring around my rosy lips.
The maple leaves
of the trees I climb.
The blood that flows when I fall.
Crimson.
-Not fuchsia?
No. Crimson.
My cheeks flush blush
Shame - Am I never enough?
My flesh systematically
peeling from me.
Mark me a woman.
Scarlet.
Not magenta?
No. Scarlet.
I am seeing rage.
It’s the color of fire.
But embers are the color
of my love - fierce.
This is the color of a woman.
Red.
-Red?
Yes. Red.
Gender constructs
When my conduct
Doesn’t match your shoulds.
Painting over my coulds
With a more appropriate color.
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