The Red Drawer

I once wanted black, red and white. I surrounded my walls in colors that worked together, made sense and made me proud. I left the salvation army and worked my way to higher end stores. I worked my way from a one bedroom apartment to a two bedroom house. I worked my way from a receptionist to a hairstylist. I worked my way from back home to a real home. I worked my way from a girlfriend to a friend. I brought with me black, red and white. I brought with me baggage, luggage and a broken frame of self. I worked my way into a new home. I worked my way into a smaller bank account. I worked my way into better friends. I worked my way into a better hairstylist. I worked my way back into me. 

I have stripped my sheets. I have stripped my photo frames. I have stripped my ipod. I have stripped my jewelry box, and I have stripped my red drawers. I have stripped the black. I have stripped the red. I have replaced it all with white.