Enjoy Giuliana's poem about a metaphorical relationship with the color yellow.
There was a girl I used to know,
and yellow was her favorite color.
I never liked the color yellow
An overbearing and blistering sun
Flowers and a vase that look pretty, but that’s it
You can’t get rid of them, they never grow
They just leave you with a runny nose and teary eyes
Highlighter that bleeds through paper
Leaving stains, distorting the words you wrote
An egg yolk that breaks, but it’s your fault
Because you weren’t careful enough
Yellow is bright and happy
Attention grabbing
Seeking
Demanding
Harsh and hurtful and possessive and manipulative and a liar and—
Oh.
It was never about the color yellow
Was it?
It was just about that cheap yellow eyeshadow smeared across her face
Well,
The sun’s heat doesn’t feel as heavy anymore
Flowers don’t always make you cry
And broken yolks still make scrambled eggs
I never hated the color yellow, but
I learned to love it.