Why does tinker bell give me the delineation of magical land
Yet leave me empty-handed
And a burning heart
In the swirl of greyscale, my world
Wine, coral, kale, cyan
But I can’t see
Stop. Stop telling me what’s value and what’s meaning
Girly, feminine, vulnerable
Weakness for adoring pink
Bombarded by your terms I become the second sex
Do I still believe?
After all the seas and mountains, marks on the map
Pink sand, pink lake
Fallen petals of cherry blossom, peach buds
In celebration of a new life, also mine
Can I be a flower without the pollen?
Am I a witch to just witness it all happen?
Pass on, my thoughts and spirits
With the flaming marshmallows and rough spice
Weak yet strong
With the pink sparkle, I see in the broken image and lost word
Lost in the stale icing sugar it lies the unprejudiced truth
The image of true self
About the Creator
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