POETRY: Think Pink

All good things happen in shades of pink

I think

and dream in shades of bubblegum

familiar roads are paved in bricks of rose

We are all born kicking and screaming

in hot shades of off red,

We've all experienced carousels with fluffs of cotton candy in hand,

we’ve all become flushed with

blush stained cheeks from a lovers touch

then half of us

are bred to conform to a gender specific tone

Lord forbid we were the wrong one

An intended color for the powerfully extroverted

do the others deserve to be

deprived of sunrise

never to witness

the mingling of snow and cardinals

the coming together of blood and angels

We act as if barbie has a patent on a shade its

no wonder

our generation lacks enchantment

What if we all had a spirit the color of fruity champagne

Eloise would be so proud

all the way at the top of her tower

Audrey would have even more to believe in

The plastics would let you sit with them

Even if it wasn’t wednesday

Victoria would finally spill her secrets

Her over priced panties and lotion

would cause a new age revolution

that will be televised

not in black in white,

but in PINK

Imagine

magenta marches

and plum protests

would it make the mundane days a bit more livable?

Imagine

A world where

there’d be no chemo

Breast cancer survivors reach full remission

they would thrive

staying alive to witness the birth of granddaughters

passing on this fondness

of a hue that saved their lives

Flamingos have fooled us all

Who doesn't crave 
to be tall, graceful, representations of tainted tangerine

While Starfish and piglets 
have naturally mastered the art of blossom and coral

Im jealous, because I have to work at it

If only living in a realm of sparkles and glitter

was practical

the truth

I’ve been afraid of falling out of youth

I don’t think I’m very good at growing up

There is a sense of shelter in hot pink thinking

A pallet that just may take over the world