yellow girl (poem)

Every Thursday morning, I am greeted by a yellow girl.

“Good morning…” 

As she neatly lays out her yellow folder, opens her yellow spiral and rests her yellow jacket on her chair.

She keeps to herself, but is dressed gregariously.

She’s tiny, but the color illuminates her.

She a twin,

A split between,

Once a singular entity.

Maybe she longs to be seen.

Uniquely remembered for being her and only her.

Success!

She claimed the color, it belongs to her!

To me you are the only yellow girl.