~My Thoughts in Poetic Verses~

I Am Not Pink

Pink.

Roses and blushing are pink.

White and red make pink.

My parents are not white and red;

I am not pink.

He ,however, is called blue.

And green, and yellow, and every other but pink.

Because he started blue.

I feel blue because they call me pink.

Pink is an adjective;

A describing word.

Am I only a mere word to the world?

Am I only my gender;

Am I only pink?

No.

I am more.

I am yellow and orange and bursting shades of brightness when I am happy and excited.

I fade into deep blues and maroons while red takes over my expressions of anger and hurt.

I am more than the pink assigned to my gender,

My role as a woman.

My choice of creating a rainbow in my spirit;

Displaying the beauty through my smile.

I experience these colours every second.

Pink included as it dances on my lips,

The yellow colour I paint onto my toes with a smile,

The red and brown gingerness of my hair,

Swirling hues of blues and greens creating my iris'  that stare up into the black sky and twinkling white stars.

All of the different tones coming together,

Harmonizing into the woman I am today;

Changing and growing brighter each day.

I choose my colours.

I do not choose pink alone.

I thrive to be the most inconceivable hues and values imaginable and unimaginable.

I do not confine myself to a colour placed upon me.

I am not pink.

And as a woman today I choose that I am much, much more.