I do not like the color red
It’s negative
Pointing out everything
Exposing my faults
Telling me to go back
And correct my paper
Sometimes I do not know how
I’m absent in thought
Trying to understand
But I get lost and distracted
Because it’s covered in red
Like a soldier wounded in battle
As I try to mend the wounds
It slowly recovers
Before I send it back
Hoping that my paper is ready
Once again
To be covered in red