Pink

You were born on a gray and cloudy night.

The Star remained absent,

callously, out of sight.

I was biblically informed,

no child deserves this fate.

A careless mother without a mate.

A world filled with strife.

A disastrous life.

A being of no distinction.

Nothing of noteworthy.

An error of creation.

We exist in a tragic world of black and white

judgement, condemnation

Wrong vs right.

So I closed my eyes and blinked.

And then you appeared

Demanding to be seen

And all I saw was pink.

From your rosy cheeks and little nose,

and teensy nails on tiny toes.

All I saw was pink.

Then I closed my eyes and blinked.

And then you spoke

Demanding to be heard.

And all I saw was pink.

And what a joy that was!

You loved sequins and song,

You were vibrant and strong.

And all I saw was pink.

Then I closed my eyes and blinked.

But then you struggled,

Demanding understanding from me.

And you tore off my glasses

so that I might see

An authentic place, a world anew.

one without a rose colored hue.

You grew so impatient

Too young to fly

Tears of frustration

I feared you might die.

You wanted to right

all the world’s wrongs.

All I longed for,

were sequins and songs.

So I sat in the dark.

No star led the way.

I despised the prophecy,

from that gray November day.

Then I closed my eyes and blinked.

But you took me by surprise,

Demanding I awake!

I was bravely informed,

Trust and Respect,

All deserve such a fate.

Love not gender determines a mate.

A world without strife.

A remarkable life.

Every being, one of distinction.

Nothing more noteworthy,

Than this marvelous creation.

A community of colors

compassion, understanding

An acceptance of others.

And then I closed my eyes to think,

You were more than just the color pink.