ReD

Red
It’s an element for it can’t be broken down any further
Because it’s considered one of our primary colors.
But how can one color mean so many things?
It can be lovely but at the same time
frightening
Add the word rum at the end,
now flip it
And you notice that a life will never
breathe again.
The red silk petals formed on a dangerous foundation
is for love
But yet those same petals show respect for those
resting up above
The color is mistakenly spilled on our streets
But it yet it helps a weak heart
continue to beat
In some streets red can’t even mix with blue
But when shown together with the color white
it proves that to be untrue
On that piece of fabric it represents unity, community, and opportunity
This color was drained from a pure source way back then
And now it’s used to wash away all our sins
It flows inconspicuously through our veins
Not knowing that at any moment it can be the cause of undying pain
Slowly it stains the lips of a seductress and then
Stains the collard of that pure white French cuffed shirt.
Red, one color with many secrets.