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I am yellow.
I often dress in black.
I see the mob surrounding
a brownstone house,
a shadowy silhouette traced in
white chalk barely in view,
black and yellow caution tape
wrapped around
the perimeter
preventing us from seeing
how often we dress for funerals.
As a boy, I learned that
in the animal world,
black and yellow are warning colors.
They show the potential for a sting,
for danger,
for poison,
and that if a potential predator
has an unpleasant encounter involving
such a creature,
they will seek to avoid it
by watching
for the warning colors.
But at the end of the day
maybe we’re a little more human than animal
I’d tell myself
a repeated mantra
to stop the constant barrage of
videos and images, haunting and
assaulting me at night, robbing me
of spending time with the cousin of death
in my attempts to understand why
death’s got a thing for color.
I started seeing signs.
Caution signs,
pedestrian crossing lines,
railroad tracks,
yellow and black
warnings telling everyone to slow their roll
and keep their eyes open for when the lanes combine to avoid collisions.
But maybe certain shades of skin
are associated with accidents.
So I had to run before I learned to crawl,
since my life has always been a balancing act
of gravity and painted smiles.
I'd walk before learning how to run
from all that I have and haven't done
because at the end of the day,
maybe we’re a little more animal than human
I’d tell myself—
it’s never been a black and white issue.
I float in between,
hovering over grey areas
where I am expected to be
a good son that shines light into it
but I am only one
moment away before I become
supernova
May every predator notice
the warning signs,
the warning colors.
May the stone foundations
housing the view of a body
replaced by silhouette
traced in white chalk
crumble.
May the barrier of caution tape be replaced
with a rainbow gateway
containing every shade of promise
made tomorrow and yesterday.
May America
consider itself
warned.
About the Creator
John DongJin Oh
poetry's kinda cool i guess.
IG: doubleohjohn
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