I was never meant to be clean
Never to wear white
Always tarnished or stained
First it was in green
As I threw my peas to the floor
Then it went to red
As my face welled in anger and let out a wail
Then it was bright green yet again
As grass stains tore their way up my legs
And then red as my face was burned from too many days of sun
It never was anything different
Red and green, red and green
Stop and go
Never stay
Never wait
Go and stop
No slowing down
Maybe that’s why Christmas is so appealing to me
Even with all the empty promises
At least we share a color scheme
I would turn green yet again
As my face churned in jealousy
For those with what I would never have
Never get back
And I would return to red
And red and red and red
Making me go go and go further away
Further from my innocence
My childhood
The red that washed my Mother away
That wiped away my innocence as it ran down my legs for the first time
The same red that spilled from my arm as I shakily held the knife in my hand
I was never to be clean again
Too much red had come in between
With no green in sight
Nothing to keep me moving foreword
Just stopped.
Waiting.
For what, I will never know
Perhaps, for red to mean love
Or passion
And no longer for death and destruction
Anger
Maybe someday
But not today.
Today I’m still stopped. Just waiting for my time.
Forever stained.
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
I was never meant to be clean
Never to wear white
Always tarnished or stained
First it was in green
As I threw my peas to the floor
Then it went to red
As my face welled in anger and let out a wail
Then it was bright green yet again
As grass stains tore their way up my legs
And then red as my face was burned from too many days of sun
It never was anything different
Red and green, red and green
Stop and go
Never stay
Never wait
Go and stop
No slowing down
Maybe that’s why Christmas is so appealing to me
Even with all the empty promises
At least we share a color scheme
I would turn green yet again
As my face churned in jealousy
For those with what I would never have
Never get back
And I would return to red
And red and red and red
Making me go go and go further away
Further from my innocence
My childhood
The red that washed my Mother away
That wiped away my innocence as it ran down my legs for the first time
The same red that spilled from my arm as I shakily held the knife in my hand
I was never to be clean again
Too much red had come in between
With no green in sight
Nothing to keep me moving foreword
Just stopped.
Waiting.
For what, I will never know
Perhaps, for red to mean love
Or passion
And no longer for death and destruction
Anger
Maybe someday
But not today.
Today I’m still stopped. Just waiting for my time.
Forever stained.
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