Dare to be Red | Poetry Breakdown

I always thought the color red wouldn’t look good on me.
Instead, I sought out colors you would always find
deep in the richness of dirt –
a mossy green
a golden fungus yellow
an earthy tan
a silver pebble.
I couldn’t help but admire the brightest of colors
and especially how they shone on the skin.
Mystical like the stars
Alluring like flowers
Dangerous and poisonous.
As I tried on the brightest colors,
I suddenly shone, sending me reeling.
	But if felt good to be almost daring
	to be almost unnatural
	nearly artificial but
	just as attractive. 
A dual persona – maybe that’s why our blood bleeds red when cut as I become pale.