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May 2010
They christened me Pink
in my downy, natal cradle.
It was then that I received my yoke:
I was to pale
'neath the obscure shadow of the Blue--
my rosy blanket-veil of subservience,
swaddled eternal in woman's dues.

They christened me soft
and henceforth i was to give, and so I  gave
and caved to the ferocities of Indigo-coated generals.
i must always Behave!

They christened me not
a mindless bot;
I think, reason, and ponder.
So I made the trade from rose to sky
and have since found it ever fonder.
Well be revised almost indefinately.
Written by
Christina Gillam
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