What it Means to be Yellow

by Gem, Pongo Poetry Mentor

I cannot be mellow.
All else equal,
yellow
still stands in stark contrast
against a dull mosaic of taupes and grays.
When I am passionate about something,
fiery yellow-white sparks
overtake the yellow light of caution,
pushing away
the yellow-bellied
cowardice,
turning it the bright green
of go,
of spring,
of buds
blooming into being.
When living in my yellow skin
is associated with yellow fever
during dual pandemics
of coronavirus and racism,
when the cultures
who enjoy yellow rice
are separated from their families,
yolk
from egg white,
scrambling
the idea of what it means
to seek refuge on American land,
This
is where I can no longer
be your demure,
obedient,
model minority
Asian girl.

7/23/2020