Yellow Room
by Stella Akua Mensah
Yellow Room
I think we are yellow because even the memories that make us shut our eyes the tightest cannot blot out our room’s light if we ask for each other’s hands to get another candle. I think, Sasha, we are yellow because a woman cannot be broken-- by a man or any single live or ghostly thing. A Woman cannot be broken neither can a yellow spirit though it may strain to accommodate many wanting fingers some of them will sling fists at us, some of them will sling fists at us, unknowingly. But if We know about our yellowness and we are not afraid of It our room will never tire of its flames. |
Stella Akua Mensah is a junior at Brown University spending a semester in Ghana to explore her cultural heritage through Ghanaian literature and performance. She’s a Literary Arts student interested in the intersections of poetry, theatre, and music. This poem is for someone she loves very, very much.