Yellow

by ckim8261

December 20, 2013

Yellow flows

Like stairs

Through my body.

It flows through

Laundromats

And Nail Salons

And Restaurants.

Dance halls

Marriage halls.

Pit, Pat, Pat.

Small feet race to the top.

Large feet boom to the finish line.

Pit, Pat, Pat.

My heart races.

My identity is etched

In my soul

In silence.

My soul

Has stairs.

Their lives

Are bound to mine.

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ckim8261Dec 20, 2013

<p>We are bound to the present, the past, and the future. We are the products of relationships and the sacrifices of those before us.</p><p>Our contributions and courage today will affect our communities tomorrow. </p>