Hi there, Buranko
Lehmanf here with a short review. I hope it finds you well.
First Impressions
I find this poem on its own quite confusing. Most probably a play on orange is the new black or the like but the theme seems very forcible.
Interpration
my red is red
his red can be black but
it's red; the red of the guy
i just saw is purple, the red
of the woman who crossed
the crowded street is orange.
but, everything actually is red
There isn't much to interpret, much feeling. Just a colour. It almost feels like someone who won't accept anyone else for their differences so chooses to ignore those differences, assuming the colour is some type of aura. Or maybe it's on the way different people percept things and meant to encourage that everyone is unique and that the way you see people isn't always who they really are.
Overall
This poem needs a lot of work, a lot needs to be added. There is a very unique sense of reality that really love in this poem. I just really want you to try and convey your message.
Have a fantastic day
Lehmanf
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