Seeing R.E.D

I wonder,

What it is like to feel the light

And feel what is nearby,

Instead of feeling watched and followed,

Ancestors, will you keep me safe?

Help me pray. Fright is here!

I live in fear and afraid that you cannot hear,

Hear me pray loud enough,

Will I ever be loved enough to never leak into the ground?

Will my sisters ever be found?

Am I hated because I am not the drip of porcelain white?

One day you will love me like the color white,

And understand that I am not a targeted red,

Unseen for the willows to weep,

As one calls my name, I will help those find peace

And not let things go unseen.

Ancestors help protect the color red.

Love those in need and protect those unseen.