Blinding Yellow

I have yellow hate so strong and bright
it blinds my eyes. I can’t see anything,
but my sister sees me and says, "Monica,
stop pretending you’re blind."
"I’m not pretending," I say and then
bump into a wall and it hurts,
a red baseball hitting my head.
My sister laughs and jumps away to tell our mother.

Monica Navarro
3^rd Grade, San Pasqual Union