21. I Love ... Red

Red. Reds.

Red everything.

Which is really something

because for the longest time

I hated

that I had 

red hair.

It was an embarassment.
It was a curse.
It was a taunt.
'Hey Red'
was used as an insult.

I was told to 

never, EVER

wear red.

It clashed.

I listened for 

way too long.

And then I 

rebelled.

I wore red.

I decorated with red.

The more I used,

the more I grew

to 

like

my hair.

Red 

now is magnetic

to my soul.

I like a splash of

Red

everywhere.

I Love ...

Red doors.

Red paint.

Red flowers.

Red journals.

Red jackets.

Red rooms.

Red wagons.

Red barns.

Red hair.

I am well Red.