Dec. 3, 2000

I woke up for the first time, 
In 3rd grade.
I brought purple books to school 
And gave purple speeches till I graduated.
Along the way were white men in purple coats
Who diagnosed me with psychotic diseases.
I rode purple roller coasters with white tracks
I fell from the sky, 
A fallen angel, 
With purple wings and white lips,
Got thrown off the fast turns, 
Ragged doll, 
Bruises faded from white to purple then to white again.
When I felt sad, 
The sky cried purple tears 
While my own blood seeped down from my eyes
Leaving my white dress, 
Stained with purple streaks.
Then a darkness so heavy and beautiful 
Draped me in its arms, 
Showed me the red of blushes, 
The piercing brightness of purity and innocence
The freshness of air as the dawn caressing your feet
The orangish pinkish haze of a sun kissing the sky farewell....
The multicolored days of sadness, grief, happiness and jubilee.
As well as 
The tenderness of a constant secure growing warmth 
A candle forever burning within
With beautiful colors to match, 
A purple flame with a white heart, 
Dripping purple tears
Onto its milk white skin.