Adolescence
Yellow is the color of the necklace I wore in fifth grade, of gold stars stuck on homework, of smiley faces.
Red is the color of blood, of lipstick, of bricks that build a home.
And I was the color orange, a fire roaring in the dark.
© katiewrites
Red is the color of blood, of lipstick, of bricks that build a home.
And I was the color orange, a fire roaring in the dark.
© katiewrites