She does not know her strength
When I met her first time wearing her red veil
Shouting against oppressors
I did not know they existed
I did not know they existed
She fought for woman, workers, poor people
and children in need. I was exited.
With her nothing was the same,
What she did, say and act for
made no sense to me
Just lots of anger
and more anger
But I cared, even when she became red
Screaming for better life for all of us.
I learned that her redness was her statement
To make someone's blood boil
Her friends blamed me,
I needed her strength for fight
With me she glows, then she make me smile
Right before she puts on her red lipstick
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It's been 3 years since last time I posted something on my blog. I missed d'Verse Poets. This time we are celebrating the color RED. d'Verse Poets
For more see My Old d'Vers Poems
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