Chameleon

You placed me on the chelone 

and told me to be pink—so i was

i was denied the right to vote

so i left the choices to You

i was denied the right to work

so i raised the family

You placed me on the jessamine 

and told me to be yellow—

“No”

you place me on the periwinkle 

and to tell me to be blue—I turn green

I am paid less than you

so I protest and rally 

you place me on the alstroemeria 

and tell me to be orange—I turn yellow

I am attacked and assaulted

so I learn to defend

the snake has chosen its prey 

but little does he know 

so has the Chameleon

About the Author

Sierra Tufts-Sicard is a Sophomore English major in the Creative Writing concentration. She is an avid reader and writer. When she's not on campus for classes, she can be found lounging at home with her cat, and a good book in hand. She likes to write YA Fantasy and Fiction short stories and novel-length works when the inspiration strikes. These are also the genres often found in her bookshelves.