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"Why red?" they ask as they stare,
"Why not black, why not blond?"
"Why dye it at all?"
Usually I say "Why not"
And shrug the comments off
But the real reason is this:
I used to hate red.
I saw it as destruction,
as something to be feared
Until love, like a storm, took over my heart.
I appreciated red for what it is
As a colour of passion,
of the warmth of a dying fire
while your mind conjures hopes and dreams as you sleep.
It is the colour of the sunrise the day before a storm
And the sunset on the day before the one that is sure to bring peace.
"Why red?" they all ask
And I say in return,
"Because red is the colour of love."

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RedFeather said...
Nov. 17, 2011 at 7:52 am

Nice poem! I like it a lot because I've been thinking of dying my hair red (my favorite color), but my Mom won't let me. She says that I need a better reason than that, so maybe I'll use this and push for streaks instead. Though, it's a little confusing because you kept writing &quot, and I'm not really sure what that's supposed to mean...

Yet it still has a pretty clear meaning to it. KW!

Zarichuria replied...
Nov. 17, 2011 at 4:45 pm

Thanks for the comment! Hopefully you'll get your hair dyed soon.

Sorry about the whole &quot thing. They were supposed to be quotation marks, but I guess they turned up as that instead? I hope it makes more sense now!

RedFeather replied...
Nov. 17, 2011 at 5:17 pm
O. Ok. That makes me worried - I had a lot of quotation marks in 1 of my poems (Go Away). It's not up yet, but I hope that that was just a fluke and that they don't turn up like that. I'll let you know whether or not that happens once it's up. (It should be really soon. I submitted the poem on Nov 5!)
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