Obnoxious, I’ve been called
and overly exuberant, and
“no-one-will-ever-love-you”
usually by spurned lovers
or morose types too afraid
to speak for themselves,
dependent on, but loathing
my social ease – I wore it,
of course, the shame, that is
self-chastised, tried to tone
down, dim my hue, but
yellow is yellow, shines,
finds joy in darkness,
laughter in hard times,
even upside-down, radiates.
Turn away, if you must,
wear shades – I’m done
apologizing for standing out.
Excellent write. This is just what I believe in…
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Thanks, Ranjeeta!
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Fantastic!
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Thanks, Jazz
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Defiant, jubilant, triumphant. Love the power in this poem. Well done!
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Thanks, Susanne – it was inspired by the pic I took of the yellow-head blackbird.
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Love this! Be proud of who you are 😊
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Thanks Bel!
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Yes! F*ck turning our light down for anyone, especially weak men who can’t handle the power of us
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Exactly!
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