Purple, for Day 4 OctPoWriMo
I am this.
I am Rihanna, Gaga, Pink,
Sarah Vaughn, Madonna, Stevie Nicks,
Joplin, Beyonce, Ross, Streisand, Julie London,
Dressed in Purple
I am Doris Day, Judy Garland, Grace Slick,
Lady Day, Kathleen Battle, Dusty Springfield,
Listen.
My voice rises, crescendos. I am without peer.
Each day you watch me
I fall into myself
hide away, white soul in a dark night
so much hidden, in a closet of colorlessness.
My velvet purple I cling to.
You want to stifle my voice the way you stifle my body.
Hands on throat
I sing the high C.
Glass breaks.
They break.
You never break because you want me to.
Purple is me.
I am purple.
You bruise me.
You bang me.
You stifle me.
I want to sing.
I will sing.
Walk away.
My words rhyme
In time
You want to erase my soul
My being
I am purple.
I am green
I am every color of the rainbow
in between.
Let go.
Let go of me.
Once I dreamed of rainbows.
Always chasing.
I will chase.
Even though the room you keep me in
is dark and shadows cling.
You cannot keep my voice down
without my acquiescence.
I sing, rejoice.
You can never understand.
I am always purple.
I sing inside.
end 10/4/2016 (2)
S. Darlington
Beautiful, indeed. We are what we are, no one can change that, even if they try, as far as we are determined to be ourselves
Oooh interesting poem.