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The color yellow can mean different things, for different people.

For me, it means happiness.

 

My Yellow is brought to me by,

My little brother grumbling in the morning,

My friends texting me in the middle of the day for no reason,

Other people smiling because I smiled first.

 

Some people might say,

“Well I don’t have my Yellow,”

Or, “After what happened with “blank”, I can’t get it back.

They took my Yellow.”

 

Listen up.

No One.

Can Take.

Your Yellow.

 

Your Yellow is yours. 

Not your ex’s that brutally broke up with you.

Not your “best friend’s” that talked about you behind your back.

Your Yellow is yours to cherish, to keep, to hold;

So don’t let them take your yellow, because it wasn’t theirs to begin with.

 

If you are feeling like your Yellow is gone, remember this:

 

The world has given you some of it’s Yellow,

You just need to notice it’s gift as your own.

 

Lemons. 

Even though they’re sour and sometimes don’t taste very good,

They make you laugh when someone makes that face after eating one.

 

The Sun. 

Even though when you look at it, it hurts your eyes,

It provides you warmth, when maybe you aren’t getting it anywhere else.

 

While there are an endless amount of Yellows,

some I don’t even know exist,

there is one thing I know to be true:

 

If you say someone took your Yellow,

or you lost it on your journey here,

Let me tell you this:

 

Your Yellow never left.