I read this poem I wrote at a rally today:
The Wearing of the Red (on International Women’s Day)
I am the color of …
Anger…of red in the face blush and shame
Of things perpetrated against us that we still cannot name
I am the color of…
Passion…of my own satisfaction…of a longing and desire so deep
that only I have the power to fill and execute the dreams of my sleep
I am the color of…
Heat…of fire and warmth, of rage and indignation
Against the ice and cold shoulder misogyny of our nation
I am the color of …
Good Fortune…a symbol of good luck, the possibilities unbound
With support and education and opportunity found
I am the color of …
Blood…of ancestral remembrance, the cycle of our bodies
Coming round to remind us, that we are not commodities
We are flesh. We are cells. We divide…