My mother once told me to be multicolored like a rainbow

I painted myself with vibrant colors

Reds, blues, greens, oranges

The plethora of colors-- each one an aspect

My heart.

 

The glaring red covered books

They stare back at me

Endless battles, fantasies, and dreams

A knight, a lion

A heart.

 

I hear the pencils scratching, pages flipping

This is English

A blue expression

It’s an outlet for survival, an age old way of life

The heart.

 

Never any green

For green is that of ending the battle

At least for a little while

It is both my favorite and my love

That heart.

 

Oranges

They roll through your life

Your little globe

Our wagons

Our hearts.

 

My mother once told me to be multicolored like a rainbow

I painted myself with vibrant colors

Reds, blues, greens, oranges

The plethora of colors-- each one an aspect

My heart.