I think back to when I was little
and the yellow girl underneath the golden sun
the yellow girl would climb foot by foot to stand high on the arms of a tree
the yellow girl wore confidence like a cape, its ocean waves crashing against the breeze
but as the sun rises and falls, and time passes by, I see the girl's shining light
slowly burn out
in her place stands a girl in red armor, scarlet flames wrap around her sole
even courage cowers in terror and wishes for her no more
her fearless tiger eyes — ablaze — wild and ferocious
and easily, her restless rage rips and pierces through hot air
a mixture of yellow and red, the orange girl is always, always there for me
I'm engulfed by the whiff of familiar soap as the orange girl sits by me
her smile sticks and embraces my ever-so-lonely soul
I love her
orange, a color between red and yellow, the color of my one and only sister
