Yellow I am
At least that’s what they say
A different meaning now
Then what it meant that day
At first labeled as how they saw me
“Your skin, not fair.”
“Your nipples, not pink.”
“No blue eyes or blonde hair.”
They called me “Chink”.
Either that or “Exotic”.
Something I didn’t yet understand,
Actually meant erotic.
Erotic to those who saw me as nothing.
Nothing more than an object to claim.
Better yet, a wild creature
Someone needed to tame.
I look back at my younger self and wish I could tell her
Who I am is not their say
What had occurred, could have turned another way.
For I am yellow, yes.
But now as you think you know.
No, I am yellow like the sun
Who brings warmth to both friend and foe.
For I see you not as a color, but rather you and I as one.
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Mariah Bintliff
I aim to establish a creative gateway of visual communication and design for a community that similarly values making a positive impact through teaching and helping others through storytelling.
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