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


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49 thoughts on “Red

  1. 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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  2. 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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  3. 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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