Chelsea Hui, art by Joyce Cheng | @_joycecheng_

My yellow,

is a golden sunset:



as the possibilities my ancestors have fought to give me,


My yellow,

is amber:

hand-blown glass,


and one of a kind,


My yellow,

is not the yellow you paint me to be:

The yellow a young girl once saw in the mirror,

skin dirty,

eyes stretched into slits

as they ask her how she can see at all,


Nothing but an exotic face

and a quiet voice,

silenced by your version of my story,

a fetish,

a joke,

one that I have heard you tell

far too many times,


My yellow is not yours,


My yellow is mine to reclaim:

my colour,

my body,

my culture,

my own.