Red Poem by Kylee Joy

Red



Red is supposed to be the color of the setting sun,
The color of that one flower they got the dye from to make my shirt,
The color of the apples, the ones we should eat every day,
The color of the embers within a small, dying flame.

But instead,

Red is the color of that stop sign he ran over when under the influence.
Red is what happenes when only hatred words are fluent.
Red is what covered the ground around all the bodies, ringing around the sound of
German guns, Hit-and-runs,
Poppin' caps, Hater raps,
Swithblades, Ferry raids,
FU's, International nukes,
Darfur and Faith torn.

Red is the color of destruction.

But then again, don't you know
That red is the color that was spilled will living waters, flow
For us, painful stripes up on that Cross
So we don't have to live and be lost
Inside our head,
Inside a world with just too much red.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adeline Foster 12 October 2011

What a wonderful poem you have constructed. Somewhere you have been set on the right path and I sincerely hope that you keep climbing. There is truth and discovery ahead for you. Adeline

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Kylee Joy

Kylee Joy

Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
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