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When you asked me what my favorite word was, I said auburn MAG

January 28, 2024
By ash4m BRONZE, Saratoga, California
ash4m BRONZE, Saratoga, California
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Because auburn was the color of my first dog who sniffed my fingers and licked the gaps between my toes;
when my mother locked me outside for two hours,
the wind chilling my bones through a cupcake-covered nightgown, 
he gulped down my tears and let me touch his nose.


Because auburn was the name of my best friend in kindergarten
who painted paper roses with me,
red, blues, purples stained on our fingertips;
she helped me differentiate triangles from trapezoids, 
curled up next to me during nap time
on a star-shaped rug.


Because, most of all, auburn was the roof of my house back in Texas
whose tiles were chipped from hot summer nights;
when I left at age seven, sat in a car to California with palms pressed to the cold minivan windowpane
I wondered if I would - or could ever miss a roof more
because under that auburn was all I had ever known.


To me, auburn is color, identity, physicality, home
but to you, a six-letter word.


The author's comments:

I was inspired to write this poem after noticing that some memories are associated with different colors or images. For me, the color auburn brought back moments from my childhood that I hadn't thought about in a long time. Even though something may seem arbitrary and useless to some people, it may mean the world to others, and that's something I wanted to emphasize in my poem.


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