Sept 14, 2022
YELLOW THROUGH IT
You might get the blues, some ocean-tinged fever
Turn red, vermillion smearing over bulging cheeks
Be labeled black or white, crude delineations
Burn green with envy, pen purple prose, fade solemnly into a grayish fog
But have you considered or even tried to yellow?
Unfurling your light over the horizon
Whispering to a morning, sticky with pollen and pulse and promise?
Have you spilled saffron from your soul, tales from your tongue?
Met grief with swiveled hip
And sorrow with a soulful symphony?
Crumpled slurs inside old newspaper, searing them with your defiant fire?
Them other colors are something to have, hold, wear, drown yourself in
But over here, yellow is what we be, what we do, how we forget and how we fight
That poisonous politic and lurking predation
Those fetid phantoms hungry to slice our souls
Instead of catching that color, collapsing in a puddle
We yellow our way through
Scratching, singing, screaming, sashaying
Wielding the heat of the sun and the spirit of the Sirens
‘til even Despair has to squash his cigarette and smirk in awe at the audacity
Daphne Shawn was born in the Carolinas where she lived with her parents and younger brother. Ballet lessons, music lessons, and camping filled her earliest days. But once enrolled in her first poetry class, she was drawn to the power of storytelling. Now residing in NYC, Daphne writes short stories, screenplays, and music. When she’s not spending time with her friends and family, you can almost always find her cavorting in nature with the tree fairies. Website: www.daphneshawn.com Twitter: @dbshawn IG: @dbshawn