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When I was little I would always Draw my mother’s hair with a yellow crayon And my father’s with an orange one. I would use both to color in my own hair And we looked like the most colorful family In poorly scribbled blue pants and ugly brown shoes. As I got older My mother’s hair turned less yellow She started drinking My father’s hair grew redder with anger I turned indigo And I learned to draw us always With pencil Sloppily scrawled And easily Erasable
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
Yellow Crayon
When I was little I would always Draw my mother’s hair with a yellow crayon And my father’s with an orange one. I would use both to color in my own hair And we looked like the most colorful family In poorly scribbled blue pants and ugly brown shoes. As I got older My mother’s hair turned less yellow She started drinking My father’s hair grew redder with anger I turned indigo And I learned to draw us always With pencil Sloppily scrawled And easily Erasable
ashley-garreau
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
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