Red

⎯⎯⎯⎯⟢◉⟣⎯⎯⎯⎯ Red I am red. Yes, red. Not lucky like white, who slips into spaces and calls it belonging. I am split in two. Held close in one breath, pushed away in the next. I am never enough and somehow always too much. To some, I am love pressed warm against the chest. To others, I am warning, a siren screaming danger. I am life in one story, destruction in another. Opposites stitched into my skin, arguing inside me. And sometimes I want none of it. Not the noise, not the brightness, not the weight of being read before I even speak. I want to disappear into a quiet corner and exist without translation. Not symbol. Not signal. Just red. But red is never invisible. I am chosen and refused, celebrated and condemned, prayed for and prayed against in the same breath. I am red. And whether they love me or fear me, I remain. Yes. I am red. ✐☡ messy me ☡✐