I’ve always feared yellow.
Growing up in a very heteronormative upbringing, I was told that yellow was a colour for girls and having struggled with my sexual identity, I couldn’t risk showing any semblance of femininity. But yellow itself isn’t a scary colour, it does not care whether I am afraid of it, it does not falter. It does not bend to the stereotypes we assign them to.
Sunflowers still bloom in their full glory even when a thousand aphids fear them.
Marigolds come back every summer no matter how hard the previous winter had buried them in snow.
Like a lion learning how to roar,
And a child standing up after their first fall,
I will learn to love -
Every sunset drenched in yellow,
Every leaf at the end of autumn,
No matter how melancholic and mellow,
I will learn to love,
And embrace that fearless color, I call yellow.