Red was the color I wore on our day,
Red on my body, Red on my forehead,
Red, was the color of your lust that first night,
When Red trickled forth from between my thighs,
Red too was the color, I ken,
When your hand would strike my conscience, my body, my face,
And my screams were Red, crashing into black,
In our love deprived marriage, an empty space.
Red was the color when I lost my womb’s fruit,
When you raped me the night after, Red was the color too.
Now Red is the color when I see you,
Not Red like love,
But fire, rage and pain,
Red like blood.
So tonight when the trigger I did pull,
Red was the color that seeped through your skull,
But White is the color I feel,
White for a woman free at last,
White for a soul at peace…
©Pradita Kapahi, 2016
Picture Credits: http://www.pixabay.com
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Powerful and bold description!
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Thanks a lot 😊
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Wow! This is so good pradita! I’ll have to agree with Ajit above…BOLD!
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Thank you 😊. Glad you two liked it
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So simply every word webs me in its crimson thread
What starts as a roses’s bed…. transports me to a dread.
Your red creates a reeling picture in my head…
of tha from a wedding until dead ….
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OMG! And your summary of red is just as riveting, my girl! Thank you for the comment and thank you for being YOU 😘😊
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Very powerful words.. I loved it, This made me go nostalgic, i wrote something similar to this way back in 2012 which i named ‘Blood is Red’ .. Would love to read more.. keep going..
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Thanks for your lovely comment 😊
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POWERFUL!
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Thanks 😊 glad you liked it
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I see red..
But you can snap and be white for a moment….
the continuation is..
you see black when they take you away.. and black when they locked 🔒 you away..for seeing red drains away to make you see white… for just a moment…
Great 👍 poems.
Well written
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You’re right Nita. Glad you liked it 😊
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I actually Did..
it’s so real to life of some women these days
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These days? I feel there have been repressed women for a long long time. Whether they ended their lives, their violators or their children’s… They were forced to see death as the only end.
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Yep true..
that was there escape from a hell Only they knew..
Think twice… it’s another day for you and me in paradise
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True that. We women of today have far many more choices than they did
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So intense.
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Thanks. So was yours. Loved reading I wasn’t Drunk
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Thank you. It makes me happy to know readers connect, in some manner. 🙂
Welcome to Asha’s blog.
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Thank you to you too for taking the time and going through my posts. 😊 hope to read more of such riveting pieces from you.
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Pradita, its such a stunning poem….so much powerful 🙂 :* :* Keep up the high spirit and do write more 🙂
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Awwwwww thanks a lot, Elaine
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🙂
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Reblogged this on firespirit and commented:
I would like to reblog this poem from my friend Pradita. Its an amazing poem filled with power and pride of a woman’s free spirit 🙂 Do appreciate her if you like her poem 🙂
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You made my day, girl! Thank you 😊 🤗
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🙂
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A really wonderful poem. I wonder how could you express so much that too so perfectly, that too a second hand feeling! Great👍👌 💐
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I believe a writer wears many caps, and goes through many emotions, just so he can, like an actor, emote on paper. Just tried to channel that into my writing. Glad you liked it. Thanks for the likes and the follow
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Hi Pradita,
This is the first time I am visiting your blog. And I am truly impressed by this poem. There are a lot of meanings in each sentence and it explains real life of a women. Very well written Pradita, Keep going.
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I’m glad you liked it. Thanks for the compliment 😊
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RED for BOLD!
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Thanks 😊
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https://weareallthesameproject.com/poetry-contest/
Pradita, try this 🙂
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Wow! That sounds great. Thanks a lot Elaine 😘😊
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most welcome dear 🙂
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That was phenomenal!!! Amazing work.
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Thank you for your praise 😊
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Well done! Very adept and well-handled story-telling! I am impressed…
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Thank you so much 😊 😊 😊
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Wooooof fantastic. ……. few lines touch my ❤badly.. very very thoughtful .. great job..
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Thanks a lot Anju 😊
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Really it’s beautiful. . Bold and 💜touching
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Made my day, made my day! 🤗😘💙💙💙
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I will come back to your blog to read more! I like more realistic stories and something you can relate to. .
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Thanks a lot, lady! We’ll keep seeing each other 😁😁
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🌹🌹🌹🌹100% 😉🌹🌹🌹🌹
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Realistic ..
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Thanks 😊
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💝💝💖💖
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