[Red White Black]

My first poetry...

Roses are red

like the blood of my hand

covered in it

I paint my sky red

Ivory are white

like the pale hands that beckon

in the full moon night

calling, whispering, murmuring in a deep sadness

pale as moon, of a snowy white

Ebony are black

like the empty sky

in the moonless night

that I carved my broken dream

tainted with death

as dark as the abyss's black

[Prom Queen and Letters]

World is a simple place... It's all depend on the people whether they accept it or not. If they do then it's right if not then it's wrong. Of course following the nature of humanity, human like to over complicate stuff lol. In the end it's useless to argue about it... Everyone have their guidelines.