Red. The color of power, energy, passion, desire, speed, strength, heat, love, aggression, danger, fire, war, violence, intensity, celebration, luck, stop, and danger.
The color of blood.
White. The color of purity, the color of innocence, the color of perfection.
Hold my head up high, have no fear, I don’t need protection.
Hard working, sometimes, hardly working, most times.
Rape, murder, theft, oh are those crimes?
Jail time, ha. Don’t make me laugh. You see, I have money, my sentence cut in half.
Out in 3 months, prison will be too hard. That girl asked for it, just 20 minutes of action, why was I even charged?
The corporate world will put me in the lead. Others are more qualified? Too bad, it wouldn’t matter if you begged from your knees.
My opinion matters more than yours, don’t agree with me? That’s it, to me, you are dead.
My way, or the highway, after all, don’t you see that I bleed red?
Black. The color of evil, the color of death, the color of fear.
Act right, talk white, do what they say. Show them you’re educated, just to be clear.
One body, three jobs, little mouths to feed. Don’t I fit the criteria, the stereotype? Indeed.
College degree, high paying job, finally I fit in. No wait, I’m sorry, I have the wrong color skin.
Rape? I did it. Murder? I did it. Theft? I did it. The judge told me so. Eyes watching and judging, I’ve never felt so low.
“The men in blue aren’t out to get you, but be over respectful, just in case.” Cover your eyes, don’t open your mouth, here comes the mace!
“Help me, I can’t breathe!” BANG. Now, I’m dead. While you watch my last breath on Facebook, see that I bleed red.
Pink. The color that is feminine, the color of compassion, the color of love. Get in the kitchen, smile pretty, bathe the kids, the role fits like a glove.
I am weak, I am powerless, my counterpart tells me so. Take a stand, the media says, to them it’s all a show.
Stand back up, to be knocked down. Women’s rights till I die. Susan B. Anthony marked it down in history, oh wait, those rules do not apply.
I have the right to vote, shouldn’t that be enough? As long as I get married and submit, life won’t be too rough.
I want to be my own person, climb to the top of the ladder, be all on my own! I’m not married? I don’t want kids? My goodness, my face should not be shown.
.78 cents to the dollar, I should feel lucky to make anything at all. I wake up at dawn, come home at dusk, doesn’t matter, my bones are just made too small.
Breast feeding, menstrual cycles, all natural things. “Cover up!” “Don’t speak of that!” “Your biggest concern should be keeping that body lean.”
Bad driver, emotional wreck, no smarts in my head. Bow down to the man, doesn’t he see that I bleed red?
Brown. The color of Earth, the color of nature, the color of simplicity. I was here first, I don’t have to worry. Oh my, how could they take my land so maliciously?
Blonde hair, blue eyes, why was I cursed without these? With them, I would have survived, living life with ease.
Different country, ethnicity, time period, religion, same old story. I better believe what they believe, if not, no doubt this will be gory.
Radical Muslims, corrupt government, I have no part to play. I come in peace, I will not harm you, I will stay far away.
Bombs sounding, people screaming, I wonder if my children are alive? The oldest is 12, the middle is 8, the youngest one is 5.
I can tell that you hate me from the snarls and the glares. If I told you I was born in this country, would you even care?
“They’re all bad, line them up! Kill them all,” you said. I haven’t hurt you, never would, when you shoot, I will bleed red.
Rainbow. God’s promise, all the colors united in one. Unity is all I want, when all is said and done.
I am a human, I want to get married, I want to say when to pull the plug. “Not in this country, you are not natural, it’s your own ditch you dug.”
They tell me the Bible says I am doing wrong, although the specific verse I cannot find. Separation of church and state, that rule must have been left behind.
I do all that you do, I eat, I sleep, I work, I play. I do everything the same, oh I forgot, it doesn’t count. I’m gay.
I went to college, I earn my keep, pay my debts to society. But, I am not worthy, I do not matter, how dare we live in a place with variety.
I kissed a girl, I am a girl, who cares? I am not hurting you. I can do what you do, my skills could even be better, but I will never be worthy in your view.
I am not safe, I am wounded, 49 beside me in Orlando dead. “Serves them right, God’s will is done.” I don’t understand all the hatred, when I look down and touch my wound, I bleed red.
Red, White, Blue. The color of America. The land of the free, the home of the brave, watch the eagle soar. We live in God’s country, we are thankful for our soldiers fighting in the war.
Boys dying on the battlefield, girls working on supplies back home. Neither here or there are safe, the only guarantee of life would be living under a dome.
We earned our freedom, fair and square. The morals behind it, only question if you dare.
There is unity within our people, we are all from the same place! Side note, this statement is only true if you are the correct race.
Our men are the providers, they give us what we need. Protect the women, they’re vital to us, they will harvest our seed.
Freedom of speech! Shh! You can’t say that!
Freedom of religion! Christianity is the one and only way. Have a difference of opinion? We’ll make sure you never stay.
“Love thy neighbor as thyself, treat others as you want to be treated.” “We hate you, you’re different from us, why don’t you respect us? Stop being so conceited.”
Black, white, brown, pink, rainbow, Americans we’re born and bred.
How long will it take for U.S. to see that humans all bleed red?