I am written in red, <br />I am sliding across the page of life. <br />I am racing across the lines of language. <br />I am red. <br />I write words, <br />I create lines and sentences, <br />I am kept in solitude <br />I am red. <br />I create paragraphs. <br />I create signatures. <br />I know what you're thinking before you speak, <br />I am red. <br />I cannot breath because I am enclosed in a capsule. <br />A capsule that covers the knowledge inside. <br />All I do is stare at pages, <br />All I know is pages, <br />I become apart of the pages, <br />And the pages become apart of me. <br />I become apart of english, <br />I become apart of words, <br />I am RED. <br /> <br /> <br /> BY: Takisha Fields<br /><br />Kiesha fields<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-written-in-red/
