Blue & Red
By: Dweighn Baltazar

I wear blue.
They saw red.
I wear my shoes.
But they asked if I was bare footed.
I handed them Roses.
They saw its thorns.
I was me. I wish they saw me.
I smiled, They saw my dimples, my teeth, my eyes.
But never the twinkle, the love, my heart.
I cried, They saw me frown.
And even cared to follow my tear as it falls down.
But never did they felt the hurt, my pain, the anger.
They saw me. But never was my soul.

When I tried wearing red.
They said it was still blue.
Either way, they'll still find my white, my pink, my red.
As blue. I said "Hi".
They want to hear me say, "Goodbye".
Why, yes!
I did say it.
I said it.
I said it.
I said it.
Their ears thought.
But I did not uttered.
Red was what they want to see.
"Goodbye" was what they want to hear.
This is how they want to know me.
I don’t give a damn! Because, I know I said "Hi".
I know I wore blue.
Yes its me, the one that they believed in.
But I'm afraid it was not the one I believed I am.

dweighn 2002