Think Pink

“Think Pink”

In 1985, my mom said “think pink”

To my dad in the back of a jeep.

She wanted a girl and so did he.

Turns out, the kid in the pink beanie was me.

I didn’t wear one again until 2016.

When the “p” word had a different meaning.

Growing up, I hated the hue.

When I wore pink, it filled my cheeks up too.

I loved worn denim and faded blues,

Basketball orange and grassy chartreuse.

But as I grew, I shifted a few shades.

Maybe I drank the pink lemonade.

I lost myself in a girl’s rosy lips,

And found myself with fuchsia fingertips.

Now I live in the pinkest house in the city.

I embrace my parts that are pink and pretty.

I adore all my other shades too,

I’m deeper and darker than a single hue.

Still my fondness for the color pink grows.

A tomboy living la vie in rose.