yellow.

for the first feelers //

yellow like the gilded cage
you find yourself in 
the one that's built by
others'
expectations

the daughter who
holds the weight
of everyone’s 
unfelt emotions 
the first feeler 
can scare 
a whole
generation 

yellow like the soft sun 
and blonde hair 
coming undone 
soothing and burning
all at once
sometimes good things
require a bee sting 
to wake you up 

yellow like the aura
of an embodied teacher
whose cracks became 
curriculum
worn down yet softened 
by lived experience 

yellow like the sunflowers
you gather
when you forget 
where you came from 
not so scattered after all
but instead,
folded into one

yellow like the lemonade
you squeeze 
when handed 
hard truths
more efforting
does not equal 
more understanding 
sip, and let that go too

yellow like my mind 
and that old Coldplay song 
that takes me back 
to a sibling, 
who is long gone  
you know I love you so 

yellow like the butter 
i spread on my toast 
sometimes presence
can be so simple
it's whether you can feel it,
that matters the most.