MY COLOR IS YELLOW

Identity crisis....a conflict over self

         MY COLOR IS YELLOW

Mother, I am yellow.

But I cant see my girl.

Father, I am yellow

But you look red my girl

Teacher I am yellow.

mm..I don’t think so my girl

Priest, I am yellow

But Christ was dark my girl

Sweetheart, I am yellow.

But passion is violet my girl.

Boss, I am yellow

It is out of date my girl.

GOD….my God…have mercy

I am yellow..

Painting brush is in my hands my girl.

Nobody can change your color baby

Reviews

[A.Lee]

I like this poem. We are only going to be ourselves, whatever color that may be. No one can change that. Nicely brought out.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. The poem was written with skill. Your questions leading me to a outstanding ending. We can't change who we are. A excellent poem.
Coyote