II - RIBBONS.

she's only allowed

to be angry in pink.

when her fists are clenched

it is bunched up-ribbon

between fingers and teeth

of gnashed glitter and grief.

they will look,

but they will not listen.

she is fury and 

she is fire.

but rage only matters

within a spectrum of jean size.

a scream in black,

and a whisper in green,

mean nothing to a world

who are blind to the canvas.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I love how you used the colors of ribbons and clothing. Color can show the world. We are many things and we can know many emotions. You create vision and thoughts in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote