I grew up in Yellow Country.
But my parents are Blue.
I'm Blue.
Or at least, that is what they told me.

But I played with the Yellows.
I went to school with the Yellows.
I spoke the Yellow language.
I even dressed and appeared to be Yellow.

Then I moved to the Blue Land.
Now I go to school with the Blues.
I speak the Blue language.
I even dress and look Blue.
But deep down inside me, something's Yellow.
I love the Blue Country, but my ways are tinted with Yellow.
When I am in Blue Land, I want to be Yellow.
When I'm in Yellow Land, I want to be Blue.
Why can't I find a place, where I can be both?
A place where I can be me
.A place where I can be Green.
I just want to be Green.
~Whitni Thomas