when i was little i hated the color pink
the color most people assumed
a little girl's favorite color to be
pink for girls and blue for boys
i chose blue as my favorite color
trying to prove they didn't own the color
that just because i'm a girl
didn't mean i loved the color pink
i was strong and for all you know
i could love the color blue
there wasn't a reason for it of course
i had something to prove
to those teachers who asked the boys
to move heavy things that i was
perfectly capable of doing myself
to the boys i crushed in arm wrestling
it was me who i needed to be
pink's still not my favorite color
but i don't mind it anymore
the color pink i find i actually kind of adore
blue's still my favorite but for a different reason now
now i pick blue for the sapphire stones
i pick blue because of the ocean and its creatures
i pick blue because of the beautiful night sky
my favorite color is blue not pink
but the more i think
the more i start to love pink
pink blends with blue in a perfect sunrise
pink gloss coats my lips
no longer the color pink i despise
pink on my pillows and my favorite covers
blue and maybe pink
my favorite colors
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confessions of a teenage girl
Poetryi'm invisible. my friends don't see me. my family doesn't see me. i am a ghost. a phantom of nonexistent matter. i don't exist. i never have and i never will. ~tales of the invisible girl collection of poems that i wrote ❤️ Best read in Baskerville...
