Purple

Bruised mannerism expel from my mouth 

as I speak my mind to peers.

Yet, a side the size of a nebulae peeks its head.

A side smooth as lavender,

a side as caring as purple yarn.

Sides only those close to me see.

Around the unknown I am a sea urchin,

defensive and introverted. 

Resembling a neglected nightshade — no one dares to touch.

Though, curious hands will lurk,

fresh eyes observe me—

watch me.

These eyes will toss me away like beets in a meal.

Make me feel unappreciated and neglected.

I am tolerated like onions used as seasoning,

kept only with others around me.

Otherwise, I am cast away.

But, I can be enjoyed like plums on a plate,

someone people can look forward to.