Baby pink and plump,
silky smooth and vibrant.
Her sealed gates that never open.
At least not for sincerity.
She speaks in fairy tales dipped in gold.
Where everyone's holding their breath for each scene.
Although during happily ever after,
her ground trembles-
and for a second...
Light shines through her gate.
But not in ecstasy,
instead, pure raw candor of that sentiment.
So maybe she speaks in code.
Where only those who take the time to understand; to notice,
she’ll deem worthy.
And only then will her baby pinks be unshackled.