
Yellow is a grain of wheat,
Yellow is the corn that’s sweet,
Yellow is the stars that shine
Yellow is the skin that’s mine
Some ask my ethnicity,
Yellow is the guy they see,
Good at maths, we spread disease
These stereotypes they follow me
They told me that my eyes were small
They asked me why I wasn’t tall
those awful names that they would call
I didn’t like myself, at all
So I did my best at fitting in,
In this game, you just can’t win
It’s black or white; we sink or swim
so I lost the yang, I kept the yin
Started drinking, I was too young
Too many times, lied to my mom
Swore at teachers, like I was dumb
Had no idea, who I’d become
My culture taught me to be kind
This part of me was left behind
To live an empire state of mind,
my eyes wide open, but I was blind
Then I realised kindness was there,
Invisible, just like the air
People showed me truth; they helped me dare
To paint myself without a care
Took me 30 years but now I see
I was locked inside, and I had the key
Accepted myself, and now I’m free
I am yellow, and this is me



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