As in the nub of the remains of crayola crayon that’s been used to color in so many smiling cartoon suns on a piece of paper- Her favorite color is yellow. And I don’t mean a wimpy *** pastel yellow or sometimes a pale yellow I mean her favorite color is bright *** yellow. Like Pikachu yellow. Like she’s almost nineteen but she’s still willing to play Gameboy Pokemon yellow. There’s something innocent yet corny kind of yellow about her. She’s beautiful like yellow jirasol petals She’s intricate as yellow thread woven in a Rasta Dom She’s yellow like gold and Africa She’s sweet like pineapples and delicate like daffodils I still don’t know why her favorite color is yellow Maybe it has to do with her fascination of Asian men… I mean! ...with the continent of Asia She thinks she’s more like pink Japanese cherry blossom trees in the summer But I know she’s truly yellow petals on Paolo Verde trees blowing in the wind spreading around Tucson A metaphor for her love She’s yellow like the color in the middle of my pride rainbow- She supports me She’s yellow like the big painted sun at the hospital with a big grin I wonder why nobody smiles at hospitals The place where life is easily given as taken Where we are reminded that our health is sometimes taken for granted Other than that great big yellow sun She is the only that radiates yellow and smiles In waiting rooms, she seems like she’s the calmest Even though she’s the only one going through surgery She’s so beautiful on the inside her body can’t even take it She doesn’t deserve scions or scalpels to even be considered touching her bronze skin I wish instead they would strip down the color yellow from my life And give it to her to make her smile so bright that even word “cancer” would cease to exist But still. Even through pain and hardships She still smiles. Not only is she yellow when she’s happy She tends to radiate yellow even when she’s gloomy When I’m upset, her aura has way of rubbing off on mine And I get insight to why her favorite color is yellow ‘*** she’s the kind of yellow that represents strength She’s yellow like tall forts made from gold bars She’s yellow like flames that roll of her tongue when she spits fire She’s yellow like a crayola-crayon… except she can’t be broken From her, I’m learning That even when you’re hurting You can still shine bright like your favorite color.