I have a friend that is a talented poet and gave me permission to post this as long they remain anonymous so please enjoy
Blue and Yellow
To follow that rainbow
Means to give up your own colors
But then somehow, those colors
becomes yours again.
Yours but not really yours
Yours that you have to share
And sharing doesn’t come easily.
Sharing is something that you don’t really know
Like, you don’t know if you are going to like it or not.
Like, you want to like Macaroni and cheese, but you know some how, they’ve slipped broccoli in it.
But you love broccoli.
You love broccoli so much you add cheese to it.
So much cheese it begins to not be green anymore.
But green was your favorite color.
So much green that you forgot that it was once yellow and blue.
Blue was the name of your first dog.
That dog was a rabid animal.
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