by Stella Akua Mensah
I think we are yellow
because even the memories that make us shut our eyes
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
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.