When I think of Red
I feel like another person
like in those books I've read;
Strong, passionate, confident
A fire in my heart
roaring
A desire to be powerful
but it's simply not enough
to color me
red.

Potatoes are really ugly
With their brown mushy skin
But peel it off
And see their truthful beauty.
But some potatoes go too far
Too obsessed to be beautiful
That they turn
into
French Fries.