Red is the colour of passion
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'Red is the colour of passion' is a collection of poems on feminism and the importance of gender equality. The poems speak about the power of women, the strength of feminism and sometimes how society's views on many things are often outdated and inaccurate . I hope you can connect with these poems , and find your own meaning in them too.
I chose the colour red as it is the colour of love, hate, anger, and above all - passion.
Feminism (despite what the name may suggest) is the belief that ALL men and ALL women are equal regardless of race, sexuality, wealth, appearance or belief. This means racists or homophobes as two examples, are not feminists ❤️
I hope you enjoy as always, and I'd love to hear your feedback. Comment any feedback or suggestions and vote for a poem so I know you like it. I really enjoyed putting these poems together, so I hope you'll also love them 💞
Note: ~ Have posted full collection of all ten poems now. Let me know what you think by voting and commenting xx
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