Purple is pride in who you’re becoming;
blushing self-worth is beautifully stunning.
Purple is potential wrapped in young leaves
prepared to bloom at the first sign of spring.
Purple is patient, the sky before dawn,
content in waiting for what lies beyond.
Purple is persistent as a grape juice stain
refusing to fade, diminish, or change.
Purple is precious tiny new-born lips
smiling for the first time from its mother’s kiss.
Purple is power imbedded in skin;
strength to go on when you should be done in.
Purple is passion splashed upon faces
from hearts beating hard the drums of Justice.
Purple is pain when Life’s blows leave bruises,
when victory for some still means losing.
Purple is perspective not everyone has,
but with or without, all can hold hands.
Purple is people of infinite shades
reclaiming humanity when it loses its way.