Lavender

[theredoesnotexist]

I am not this flag of resistance
Flown by someone who balks at the word conflict.
Who knows what these colors used to mean?
She loves green and her favorite is blue.
In the midst of the quiet she forgot to show her violet
And the red is washing out.
Dropping pink, straight to white.
I am not this merchandise, ten bucks per pin
So they have a way to look the part
That they can take off when they go back tomorrow.
I am not the logo.

I am the all eight and a lavender bloom.
I am with you, backs to the wall,
Your hand in mine and my other
Gripping the dagger.
I am an inconvenience,
Which is the only way I know I can keep
My handhold on the cliff.
I am not just a shout. I am also a whisper.
I am the dagger, too.
I am the way you look at me
When we are both afraid, and you know
I will not go down without a fight.
And you are the fight.

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