I’m coming anew in my pinkness
And caressing my supple heartstrings
With saccharine treats
Standing tall in the pink pleather shoes
That I thrifted last week
I am the pink pantheress.
A goddess.
And divine as I try,
I am ostensibly girly
And I try not to lie
So I open up here
about my rosy obsession:
The salmon-colored,
Palest red I’ve ever discovered,
Blushing like I’ve just been smothered,
I used to hate it, but I’ve recovered-
Pink
And I string it across my chest
Now
And it adorns my neck
Now
I didn’t even know that I knew
How
Because pride in this just
Wasn’t allowed
But I am preaching it
Now
Saying it
Out loud:
“I’m coming anew in my pinkness!”
And I am so proud