My skirt was black and white.
My cheeks were red and flushed from grief.
My hands still had yellow paint on them from the afternoon’s classes.
My eyes were green with envy of the others present who weren’t affected.
My toenails were purple.
But most importantly, my heart was blue to learn that this would be my last year at the place I called home for the past four years because my position had been cut by 66%, and I can’t afford to stay.