Color Theory

phot. Claudine Doury [Pinterest]

Not all blood is red
and not every bleeding comes
with the blues.
I remember a time when
I didn’t bleed yet, but my sister did,
and
how green I was with envy.
I felt like a black sheep
cruelly cast out
from the in-circle
of adulthood. Pink-and-blue
badges of honor
for the girls and boys who made it,
who came to fruition
so perfectly, so
whole.
How could I have known that
color is a spectrum, or that
there are more shades of red
than there are days
in the month?