Ode to Pink
By Shelley St Godard
Pink, your living shade
The colour of softness, of lips never kissed,
Or a baby's fresh skin,
Hue of the morning and evening sky.
The ribbon has robbed you
Of your innocence, your joy
Now you are unloved, reviled,
Standing looped in the solitude of your loneliness.
Dearest Pink, the fault lies not within you,
Rather in the hearts and minds
Of those who would make you what you are not,
An anthem and story of denial and death.
Be free pink, I embrace you
For your beauty and purity,
In spite of what the world makes you
We need not your colour to make our stand.