by Sacheen Tipnis
We are ready for battle.
Our cantaloupe orange and lemon yellow are not intimidating, and
we are not always seen as valiant and strong.
But even our silk and weakest warm-colored fibers protect the saviour.
Day after day, we shield our owner from the blues.
Night after night, a black shadow imprisons us from above.
We await the sun to be chosen as a new pair is needed.
Today the zesty orange pants are drafted.