Don't call me angry, mad for mean
for I am none of these.
I am as soft as the pink pretty sky, and as kind as the peace oceans still
I gravitate to pinks pretty to admire the similarities of reflections of m
It is bright and vivid as it stands out.
I am the cool brisk of sky's blue, I brighten the rooms I enter
You are intrigued as your strong desire to know more about me grows
Like a unique exotic flower, you can't seem to take your eyes off of me.
Yet I am humble with my self encouragement
At peace inside as I do not flaunt the colors of my stride or my pride
They shine and they glisten as they show God's light
Beautiful to gaze upon, loving in thy sight
I represent HIM, the God of love
He is the color of doves white, He is strong
He has might , yet despences it all with gentles delight
Get to know me before you fan out your lables for my strength
I have merely grown to display through the process
and fully accept this gift.
I am PINK, my favorite color
I redefine as peaceful lessons and loving reflections
I kiss the clouds of white, I respect it's purity, the love of the dove.
With the hint of sky's blue.
Blessings and reminders that what you first called me
simply is not true.


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