My Colors

Red is for the blood that every man bleeds. There is no black, brown or white blood, just red. It means we all bleed the same. Red means life. Red is also my favorite color. The red in the the American flag stands for the blood shed for freedom, maybe the red in the LGBTQ flag stands for the same. I am unique because of this color. All of the colors of the flag mean something. But red stands out.

Red is like a stop sign looking at both perspectives of life. Red is for the caboose on the train. It was my favorite because it was also red, but is also for hello and good bye. The caboose was always the last car coming into and leaving your city. The caboose always had a person on the back waiving as they came in or departed saying hello or goodbye. But like all things, the caboose has said goodbye and yielded to the end of train.

Red is for the traffic light, warning us to stop. We should all stop to take a pause, to think before we speak, Think before we act. Most of all to stop the hate that is being perpetuated on us by the politicians and media. Stop in the name of love.

Like some of our spices having attitude and some flare. Like a wine, sweet and smooth, maybe bitter. Like cherries, dark and sweet. Like Autumn leaves, beautiful and alluring giving way to winter. Like peaches, sweet and juicy but yellow on the inside.