The only colour I want to bleed is red
For that is what I see
When I feel
That squishy sensation,
That sudden dread
Because that is what is inside me.
It was Red that gave me frantic qualms
When I carried it to school for the first time
My mousy pride popped by false alarms
Of staining my white skirt all the time.
That red is the trouble I intend to avoid
In that tiny cubbyhole of an office restroom
My ansty self fearful of being left unemployed
When I left presentations unfinished and sallied out of the conference room.
Oh God forbid! That time when the elevators jammed
And my bolshy abdomen was bloody cramped
Those countless stairs I had to climb around
Yet my apartment was nowhere to be found
But those rare times, I begged
For the red
To kindly knock on my doors and show up
Please!
Because yeah I was
Drunk in a bar tipsy and flirty
Swaying to the song
With a bottle of Bacardi
The dim red lighting
With him smiling right there
He moved, I moved and
We ended up somewhere..
Else. Hang on! He was pretty good
I don't remember his name for sure
But don't want a bequest I am not ready for
So, Hello sire! Here, yes! Just hear me out once
It was me you see who was bleeding all this while
So the next time, you know just for future reference
Remember that it's red, not blue! Please don't defile
My memories, bittersweet as they are
For they are mine and hence, I decide
That it's red, as that is what it has been so far
And that's what should be shown with pride.