1st Place Poetry
I never understood why
They told me green couldn’t be my favorite color.
It was wrong, frowned upon.
They told me to pick another color.
I did, I did. I picked another one every day,
But none of them made me feel the way green did.
Oh, it made me feel alive.
They said: Anything, any color, please. There’s yellow, there’s blue. How about red?
I cried, I did. I didn’t like yellow, blue, or red.
I wanted green. It’s my favorite color.
I was born in November,
With blue eyes and dark brown hair.
Amongst other things, I was born with a love for green.
I love green. I do.
I don’t understand it;
Neither do you.
And you don’t have to.