Blue happens to have the ability to be any color one wishes…
We live in a blue planet, stare at a blue sky and can easily get lost in big blue eyes.
But in my case, at this particular time, blue was inevitably the vast new black.
It wasn’t the blue worn by prestigious doctors and caring nurses…
It was the blue for those who are kept from the outside,
For their own sake…for other’s sake, sometimes.
It was a week of sorts, and while others got to wear their own clothes…
I was kept in blue, for fear of “Gone”.
But my confused self I keep asking: “How would I escape? Do you actually think I could?”
I protested in madness,…pouting during the day, raising hell at night.
Only have flashes of those moments, as I had never lost my consciousness so bad.
My clothes were my dignity at that point and I was being refused of such a basic right.
When the butterflies started to fly low…
I explained to the doctor in blue, how his cultural blindness made me the clown in blue.
He listened but wondered as well, if I was gaining clarity, “Is her mind just right again?”.
I now refuse to be embarrassed by it all, because it wasn’t everything I am.
Only the ups and downs…that dressed in blue…
my clouded mind experienced, the new black truth.
Copyright Juliana Martinez-Fajardo