The color of a rose that pierces my skin and and the color to slither from my hand
The color I see when no one listen to me because I'm too young to know what they are saying,
Right?
Complain about bills, forign concepts to a young girl
But a young girl who knows more than anyone sees.
She understands currency, and when she tried to talk her opinions she gets shut down immediatly.
Red
The color that stains my bright white dress sleeve as I press my hand harder into the delicate flower, enjoying the feeling of pain.
Or when a man talks politics and I join in knowing all about it because of what I hear from peers, parents, the news, the media.
I try to talk about what the actual problem is, and again state my opinion that I know they would be shocked and impressed by if they listened. And it didn't come from my mouth because it would be dissmissed as rubbish as it always is.
I can see the color red around me, on me, in me. But they can't see anything except themselves.
New foreign concepts to a young girl about rights and justice and liberty.
But what would they know about any of that?
They can't see the red blinding me everytime my voice gets...