Once not too long ago
I was a little girl
falling in love with everything
God knows how much I loved Pink
I liked it when my sandals glittered in the sunlight
Until they told me I was too naive
they told me pink was a stupid colour
way too bright
So I dulled myself
and wore off around the edges
Spoke in a voice
much deeper
till my throat
dried from the strain
"I was not like most girls"
So when they told me stories about princesses
I rolled my eyes
They said I was being silly
and they called me a prude
But sitting around the dust
for so long
I have turned a diamond
Pink is no longer
something i hate on
I run up to Each
flower i find
When they'll try to tell me stories about princesses
i'll let them see my crown
But this time around
Don't tell me who I am
It's easy for a diamond
to rip you to shreds.
YOU ARE READING
UNSUNG BALLADS
PuisiThe ocean does not apologise for it's depth and the mountains do not seek forgiveness for the space they take and so neither shall I. This is some of my original poetry , that was getting too tired sitting on the last pages of my notebooks.
