Yellow is an ugly color.
Yellow is disgusting.
Yellow played me like a game.
And I can't get rid of him.
He's soft and sultry,
Stunning and slimy,
Suicidal and sublime,
Oh if only I knew at the time.
Back in the day
On those warm summer days
He wove around my fingers
Pulled me along
Protected me from the harsh winds
He told me he was the sun.
He hugged me hard
Engulfed my heart
My largest organ
My largest counterpart.
I was naive.
I was young.
I thought I was the one.
I assumed I was the same
as the people who are white.
But I am yellow.
The disgusting color of inbetweens
Sour like a lemon
But I must deceive, be sweet.
Now he's just clingy
A piece of gum stuck to my thumb.
Skin stuck to my bones.
Clothing I cannot shed.
An immutable piece of tar forever stuck on my forehead.
My life revolves around him.
I can never escape.
He weighs the same as the burden of my ancestors.
I feel like a mistake.
"What country are you from?"
"Go back to where you came from."
"At least you're better off than black people."
"I love China."
...
I thought he was the color of the sun?
He broke my heart.
Promised me a forever,
But this wasn't what I expected.
Not what he told my young naive heart.
I just forgot
The sun burns as well
The sun creates double edged fires.
Yellow is disgusting.
YOU ARE READING
The poetry book from a sad a** teenager.
PoetryA middle class teenager who literally has it all and doesn't understand why she feels the way she feels. So she is writing a bunch of poems in the hopes of figuring out herself.
