Yellow

this is a poem i wrote for one of my closest friends when she was having a particularly sucky day

Yellow

She was yellow.

Not in a sickly, dying, or Asian-stereotype way. No, not like that at all.

She was yellow like the sun is on the first day of summer.

Or yellow like the busy little honey bees.

Everything about her was bright and happy and pure.

She was a ray of sunlight in my darkness.

Her smile sliced through the sadness like a knife through soft butter.

Her words humble and encourage you.

Her laugh can make even the darkest day a little brighter.

She is fearless and beautiful and I’m lucky enough to call her my friend.