"YELLOW"

"Yellow"

Some say
I'm sickly.
Jaundice
No peachy
rosy skin,
Wearing all the signs
of my suffering.

Some
look at me
like a coward.
Yeller-belly
they call me.
Like I'm not part
of the juice,
part of the sauce.
Like I'm some
watered down version
of roadhouse blues
at no extra cost.

Those that lap
in my luxury
see the sunny side
of me
Golden and
warm.
Summers by the ocean.
Rings and charms.

To myself,
I'm none of those things.
I'm a pretty sunflower
with petals as wings.
I have a big head.
Underneath I am shy.
And I might be
a bit crazy,
'cause
I'm determined
to fly.