Red Velvet Sunrise

[B.nicole]

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(I wrote this poem trying to convey a feeling of acceptance and empowerment.)

I am sitting on the roof as the morning stretches blue sleep away and drags
a red velvet across its shoulders. My interpretation is that the night sky has a blue hue and morning sunset's are colorful (red), is this correct? Everything is smaller than me. I finger the
brick, red and raw like dried blood but it is far. Maybe it is just me, but this line is awkward to me. 
          I am becoming. Girl as city.
There are lights. Tarps in windows, curling plants. Streets have cars missing
like teeth, those already gone off to work or those who haven't come home
yet. There is a wind that tussles my hair like his hand. Donuts are being sprinkled, Another commenter mentioned a confusion about the donuts. You mentioned it because donuts are getting sprinkles put onto them because it is morning time, correct? I actually liked that reference. I pictured myself in the morning, in the city, with the breeze blowing the smells of  fresh coffee and donuts from the cafe below. Or maybe I'm reading it completely wrong lol. 
shower curtains drawn back. I am shuddering - not from the cold but from the
hum in my chest. An old song, dizzy in my head, plays; An old man singing from
a mountain to his heart, lost somewhere in the town below
"I am here and it's okay, you can forget about me" The ending isn't powerful, I'm usually a fan of powerful endings. On the contrary, it's soft and I actually like it that way! 

I'm new to critiquing, but I liked your work!