The Color Red............ Life Of A Teen.

We are 16, and we have story We are 16, and this piece tells the piece of six teens that are cursed to live a life full of misery and agony

We are 16, and this piece tells piece of one of us that makes the colour red surround me.

The colour red surrounds me, plaguing everything I see What's my name you ask, I don't know who I am Am I the combination of bones and veins, vessels and brains that make up the body?

Or is it my gentle, passive, naive personality that defines me My biological composition, mental or sexual orientation or maybe my skin pigmentation can add some sort of sum to this mathematical equation As I search for the square root of my problems that are squared but I am trapped in a square called reality

And it seems, this reality will be the death of me

This cold, sadistic, womanizer called reality has locked me in Pandora's box, where the colour red surrounds me

Where the endless horrors and sleepless nights create my reality

Yeah it sucks to be me

But who am I? If you must for now, call me Blank........

I am 16 and the colour red surrounds me My name is Blake and my story takes place when I was a little picnee

Now, don't feel this thing called depression is sexist

Race, colour nor creed are non-factors to the rapist

This rapist called depressions sneaks up behind me and kisses me, touches me slowly and caresses my body

He trickles down my spine, playing with my heart and molests me Wait! maybe the word I'm looking for is not depression but daddy Yes, Daddy! The man who I trusted to teach me how to be a man

To teach me the tips and tricks on how to get a gyal to be mine

How to be a noble man and love my wife all the time

And yes my daddy loved me, but he loved me more than he loved mommy

His words will forever be etched in my memory

He said that he preferred my little boy body

He said that he just wants me to feel daddy's love

But I never knew he meant sexually

And I don't think he knows he caused the colour red to surround me

I am 16, and the colour red surrounds me My name is Triston and my piece is about sexuality

Yes, because obviously, sexuality defines me

And if that's the case, should I be ashamed of who I am? Should I hide in the cracks and crevices of the world because I choose to lay with a man?

Everywhere I go, my life remains a still picture frame filled with looks of disdain

But no one knows how it feels to see friendships end and necks bend or the pain of knowing your parents can never love you again

And I had a bright future ahead of me

Could be the first doctor to cure all STDs or the first engineer to reach the moon with solar energy

I could be the First gay president or the First male First Lady

But no one cares about the bright future ahead of me because my story stops for them at my sexuality

This accursed homosexuality has caused the colour red to surround me

I am 16, and the colour red surrounds me

My name is KeeKee, and no this is not the name given to me at birth

This name sums up my existence on Earth The combination of laughs and kee kees and jones that befall me on a daily, I have chosen to portray as my identity

Every single day of my life, I am in a fist fight mentally

Though the physically ideology of the bully, is one that acts and behaves aggressively

No one knows that the real weapon they possess is used verbally There words are like Hitler and the Nazis

Like Donald Trump to the minorities

And mommy says it's just jealousy But I can't figure out why anyone would be jealous of me

Why anyone would covet a life so empty and lonely Why anyone would want the life of KeeKee

A life where the colour red surrounds me

I is 16, and de colour red does surround me

Ah go say it plain and simple, I is a chupidee

And I does just play it off and say is cuz I is a Trini

But no odda Trini have a IQ of 3

Yeah bai, I rell chupid

Or so they tell me

Every day this mantra is chanted to me repeatedly

No one ever thinks that maybe my intellect can't be measured by papers or marks

Or maybe I want to be a well renowned theorist like Karl Marx or Durkheim or Weber But this stereotypical judgment has cursed me forever

I'm regarded as a dotish fool punished for my individuality

However, my intellectual property has caused the colour red to surround me

We are 16, and these were our stories

We are 16 and the sixth teen is you

The sixth teen is anyone that could relate to these stories

The sixth teen is anyone that feels as if "the colour red surrounds me"

We are now 18 and after 2 years we have come to terms with all of our fears

We are now 28 and this is the last time you hear from Blake, Blank, Triston, Chupidee and KeeKee

We were 18, now just your story remains "The Coloured Red Life Of A Teen"