have you ever met a yellow..
a poem by Malaika K.
have you ever met a yellow that you didn't like?/
butter sliding smooth onto toast from a silver knife../
sun streaming through the window from the days' first light../
full moon made of cheese and you wonder, "which kind?"../
dandelions covered in dew and worn behind your ear../
fireflies dance for you; peek-a-boo and disappear../
'06 beetle convertible, wind whipping your hair 'round../
headlights on dusty roads travelling through small towns../
champagne bubbling, red lips, evening gowns../
sands of golden olden beaches, sunkissed tan, inviting you to lay your burdens down../
have you ever met a yellow you didn't like?
About the Creator
MALAIKA KANGUDJA
just a lady.
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