October is more than just pink shoes and pink footballs
It’s more than pink wrappers or pink scrubs it’s also about purple
Purple like the bruise on my momma’s face last night
Purple like my sister’s busted lip last week
I watch with tears in my eyes as many people ignore the signs
The cries for help
The sounds of fists flying, furniture breaking and babies crying
Go unheard because pink is prettier
Pink is silent and doesn’t scream to be heard
Pink is stealth and knows its place therefore it’s worthy for attention
Pink doesn’t seek to breakdown the truth about violence in our country
Pink happens as luck of the draw
Purple is what you choose when you stay with someone who you love
You think you can change them that you walk around with bruises
Broken bones, busted lips and no self-esteem praying that you can change
The broken one who beats you
But sometimes the purple is not flowing like blood on the carpet
Sometimes it comes in the form of “You’re a Fat Whore!”
Or “No one loves you!”
Words yelled in anger and you hold your head in shame
Covering up your purple abused heart because you love too much
You love someone who is incapable of loving you the way you deserve
You love because you need love in return; you crave it the way you give it
Only sometimes you wish this love would come to you in a way that doesn’t make you wish for death
In a pink casket
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