No one likes brown.
Ask any kid.
“What’s your favorite color?”
No kid likes brown.
Blue, purple, pink, and yellow.
All of these, and more!
Bright, dark, blended, simple.
But no kid likes brown.
My right is a rainbow!
Blue, purple, green, and yellow.
Shimmering iridescence.
Shafts of light dancing on my eardrum
Pride and pomp parading
in my hearing-tunnel.
The left?
Smears of mud clog its stream…
Waterless and void of color.
Except brown.
A yellow leaf, here and there, only to be smeared in
Brown.
No one likes brown.
Glance at the earth.
Though it is coated in colors,
What makes those colors dance?
Brown.
Color grows in brown.
As color grows in brown,
So flourishes resilience in disadvantage.
About the Creator
Jessica Stevens
Mountain raised and sorrow softened, I hope to help the world make sense. I grew up in the middle of the Rockies, surrounded by beautiful scenery and soulful people. I love my God, my family, my friends, and my purpose.
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