Purple is royal, regal, it is crushed velvet pressed against my cheek, purple is for kings and queens, and princesses in lilac who walk among the public, blessing them in busy streets. Sashes of light purple are for accomplishments, university achievements, and musical delights, I remember earning my purple sash, I was so proud to have worn it that night. Purple is lavender, rubbed between hungry, famished fingers, eager for that scent that bees delve into for lunch and for their dinner, purple is a passionfruit cheekily disguising its tart insides, purple is the joy of a restaurant’s purple mascot – children cannot wait, so excited, much anticipation for Party Time! Purple is a soldier’s heart, for men and women fallen in combat, and purple is for spirituality, in fact, purple feeds my creativity, this hue so powerful that hearts and minds and eyes will rise with great potency. I clothe myself in purple, though I do not wish myself to achieve nobility, I cloak myself in this shade, this hue, because it feels right to do so for me. These wide sleeves of velvet, I wrap the material around me, I cannot feel anything but bliss, it flows through me freely. I am now purple, purple, purple, I am at one with this colour, everything it represents, I may be, I may not be, but truthfully, inside, I feel a raging fire, some metaphorical power must have sent for me, to announce upon me this very hour. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Photo by Orlova Maria on Unsplash
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