Wednesday, October 1, 2014


by Whitni Thomas, MK 

I grew up in a Yellow country
But my parents are Blue.
I'm Blue. 
Or at least, that is what they told me. 

But I play with the Yellows.
I went to school with the Yellows.
I spoke the Yellow language.
I even dressed and appeared to be Yellow.

Then I moved to the Blue land.
Now I go to school with the Blues.
I speak the Blue language.
I even dress and look Blue.
But deep down, inside me, something's Yellow.

I love the Blue country.
But my ways are tinted with Yellow.

When I am in the Blue land, 
I want to be Yellow.
When I am in the Yellow land,
I want to be Blue. 

Why can't I be both?
A place where I can be me.
A place where I can be green.
I just want to be green.

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