Posted in Life, Painting, Quick Thoughts

Red

Red changed forever that day. Red was the colour of her blood. Red was the colour of woman. Red was the colour of embarrassment.

Red is dirty. Red is shame. She was told by men.
Red is gorgeous. Red is love. Whispered Mother Nature.

Red is dawn and dusk.
Red is the beautiful rose.
Red is feminine. Red is the joy of life.

Why was she scared then? Why was she ashamed? Why was she isolated? Why did it bring pain?
She transformed into a woman. She wasn’t pure anymore, they said.

It was a gift of nature to her, she thought. It brought a beautiful new phase to her life.

She refuses to be embarrassed. She is not proud either. It isn’t about shame or pride. It’s about an absolute love for nature and divine.
She revels in the beauty of her womanhood.

Red is beautiful. Red is the joy of life.

Happy to be a woman.

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