My Favorite Color

At four years old I declared my favorite color to be turquoise

An unassuming mix of blue and green

She's calm yet curious, beachy but bold

The ocean is turquoise and where would we be without the ocean?

How would the moon find her way back home without the tide?

At seven years old I changed my favorite color to yellow

I felt pity for her

She's bright, forgiving, and unfairly forgotten

The sun is yellow and where would we be without the sun?

What else would children draw in the corner of their papers?

At seventeen, I discovered a loophole

People would ask me, "What's your favorite color?"

I started saying rainbow

Of course, this answer was met with criticism

In defiance, I argued that one describes something as being rainbow-colored

Not rainbow-patterned

This logic doesn't always resonate with most

But then again, neither do I

Throughout my life, I've experienced highs and lows

My purest whites and my pitch-blacks

But what is living without the shades in between?

I've been blue with sadness and green with envy

Yellow with excitement and pink with love

Just as I cannot be put into one box, no color is more important than another

A rainbow would not be whole without every frequency of light

And I would not be me without every facet of feeling