I may be a winter
But black is not the color of my life
My mood shines like beams of yellow
like the sun
Though I will not inquire
with words that make you sweat
I hate a conversation, made up of
questions
You are my friend, not my witness
I have pride in my rainbow of moods
That I can remain calm in most situations
I am saying that if I am crying
The sorrow is more than real
No illusion can bring on tears
If I am angry- what really happens
Running and avoiding
Is my best answer- Just walk away
Fits need not be raised
a very unsexy quality-action
West Side story- the sadness
All from the raising of fists
No, my color is not black
Yellow generates too much heat
A lite pastel
An environment where light colors blend- like streaks of mixed paint
A mixture of colors - calm soothing
I have pride- even if turning the other
cheek is laughed upon
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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