I like purple. It’s as simple
as that. Well, maybe not that simple.
I’ve in love with purple. We are unified
through time and space
forever until I die. Purple, being immortal,
would mourn my death and find
one of its many followers to connect with.
But for me, there will always be purple. If I had a choice
in any expression of character design that had
my own personal preference of color, purple
would be there somewhere. I would dye my
hair purple if I could, but my mother
told me never to come home
as long as my hair is dyed.
I love her and believe her, so I
don’t dye my hair. I have a
purple dress or two that I dress up in to express
my beauty. I know
it sounds terrible thinking
about it, I have to dress up to express
beauty to others. However, the fact that
I’m complemented means something to me. The way
I do my makeup and carry myself
and choose to dress, it has an effect
on those that lays eyes upon me. I beam with pride,
showing all my expressions of purple. A homemade purple bow
a lavender wig there, a dress with the right touches of purple-
and a beaming mahogany woman, brimming with specialness. I am a purple girl,
not the only one, but the most reflexive I can be.
If I could color my soul, it would be purple sometimes.
Not every time, but a lot of the times. Any kind of purple
would do. The light purples
like lilac and light lavender are sweet and fluffy.
They remind me of happy seventy-five degree weather
days with a comforting breeze, and no pollen
since I’m allergic and pollen is pretty much one of
those things I’d encounter in hell. Darker purples,
like plum and grape, give a more mature
vibe of elegance and sophistication. It reminds me
of a dark night, a woman in high heels and
a dress with a slit so high that
it makes men lose their religions and minds
for a taste of her tantalizing forbidden fruit,
with a flawless expression of her body that gives
those men wet dreams and fantasies. In my heart,
there is a purple stream that flows from the heart that starts to
circle around my body and continues to float into the
ground until it touches the core of the planet
and up in the air into space and beyond infinity.
It always seems to be there, that purple
stream of magic and imagination. I dance a purple dance,
leaving traces of purple steps in my wake.
So I come back to the beginning. “I like purple.”
With those words, I haven’t done my expression justice.
It’s true, but it is an understatement.
This is one of my UA poems. Written before 12-7-2012