emerging into the world under the banner “it’s a girl!” comes wrapped in nothing but pink expectations
born pink helium-filled mylar screams branding new life from first breath softness bubble-gum wrapped cotton candy kissed baby girl be soft
soft soft pink powder-puffed bunnies hide power-puffed intentions that scream pink for the taking precious commodity but only so long as the soft pink remains intact soft pink words rounded nothing sharp for a baby born without the blue pink words saccharine-infused with sweetness to be planted deep within tiny bones to replace marrow marrow meant to sustain a life but pink soft pink marrow makes for a prettier picture nobody likes a girl that’s jagged when you touch her it’s a mortal sin to make a man bleed red is not pink be gentle
gentle gentle girl sit pretty sit silent swallow down your voice only open your mouth to make pink butterflies cascade beauty spit out only ribboned wings floating rose-colored feathers bubble-words all dull edges and placations make sure those feathers land on the deserving the deserving being those born blue fill the blue with your blush tones enough to inflate egos but not enough to touch the cyan too much pink and blue runs too much pink and blue changes into a lilac sunset blue needs to stay hard reign in your pink know when to retreat know when to only be seen
seen seen girl not heard find the balance trapped within the pink the world expects you to be seen swizzle sticks and cinnamon hearts arm candy dress up the pink you are a bloom-rose candy store that is always open everything has a price but why pay when it’s just pink for the taking? show us the pink body parts enhanced by slashes of color not too bold but beautiful always tasteful to be seen full lips to spill carmine kisses blooming with promise promises fulfilled on both knees what pink wants doesn’t matter when it comes to blue soft pink skin slick sneaky peak show some of that wet flesh flush flash some of that pink be seen girl when being born pink should have come screaming with a warning caution tape wrapped tight sealing up flushed flesh flashing pink what’s wrong girl? be warm
warm warm girl be pink pearl nail polish strawberry lip gloss leave kisses warm breath in all the right places make blue melt in ways that won’t mix with your pink warm mouths can work magic bubble-gum tongue lick **** strawberry ice cream cones dripping pink sugar running down sun-burned arms fuchsia cloth triangles held only tight enough to cover the pinkest places laughter filled with light smoky mauve curls let warm wash soft edges over hard but even when surrounded by roses blue has sharper thorns bleed bleed warm girl bleed crimson-tinted tear drops with only a hint of salt sugar and spice but mostly sugar they will bottle it up to sell as a gift this marrow-tinted hydrosol distilled down to it’s purest form liquid pink scented water stolen more precious than perfume pressed by monks deep within spanish caves the monks at least have compassion at least they ask the roses for their bodies and blood blue just takes they don’t call it “royal blue” for nothing cobalt fists rain relentless ribboned words and cloud-wrapped capes are no match for their fury be small
small small girl you are so fragile from the moment you enter this world swaddled in it’s a girl swaddled in everything but blue don’t want to be mistaken as a boy not even right out of the womb pink brings warmth and comfort blue is a cool color it bleeds lost gentleness from first breath pink is never cool be small even as you grow fold into yourself to shift shape break bones to leak out soft marrow bubble words meant to appease “yes” is always your best bet when it comes to blue blue can’t hear “no” coming from a pink mouth the frequency too high vocal vibrations far out of blue’s hearing those spoken syllables mean nothing coming from a mouth good for only one thing stay small keep it tight and trim just because you are a candy story strawberry daiquiri lollipop curves doesn’t mean you have to eat like you live in one keep it cherry girl petite pufflette gummy bites just waiting to be devoured by hungry blue mouths sweet little nothings a paradise punch buffet where pink is the only dish served climb into the box blue lays before you squeeze yourself into that molded cage it doesn’t matter how badly it hurts it doesn’t matter that everything pink in you is screaming for release it doesn’t matter that you’re screaming at all
after all you were just born pink
This is the first piece on a series that I'm working on called "The Pink Chronicles". More to come....hope you enjoy or at least, it makes you think.