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.
One Woman's Quest 