P . I . N . K

I hate the color PINK
Actually, Let me restate
I am allergic to the color PINK

If I was to like PINK
I would become the unthinkable;
A barbie
But if I hate PINK
I would repel even my own gender
So I must be allergic to it
Because that is the only logical answer left

PINK

or as I prefer to call it
#FFC0CB
that's the proper name
if the world was logical
instead of a sensitive babe fed by society

But instead, PINK is known as
she, her, Miss, Mrs.
Or even worse
We are having a baby girl

I mean really
Why are we obsessing
On the idea Eve loved Pink
And Adam adored blue

when did color even get assisted to us
Was it the hat color the hospital gave
Or maybe that black-and-white alto-sound photo
Perhaps the color of the condom that was used
Maybe the lube flavor
Was it cherry or perhaps blueberry
how much time passes
Before we have a color

Why is it that PINK, the lighter color
goes to girls
Whereas the boys
get the gloomy, darker color
Wait, I mean WOMEN
Or do women get purple
And girls get pink
is it possible PINK gets darker
Every time a woman has their period
So when you died
all that is left is black
And when born
One is the lightest color of PINK

Could it be I am reading into
A four-letter word too much
after all, we tend to analyze
The things we hate
Oh wait, that makes me a boy
Let me rethink that statement
I mean
After all, we tend to analyze
The things we loathe

I do loathe pink
I hate it, but don’t admit it
I have never loved it
Nor felt anything
More than acquaintance

Though I am a women
I do not find myself
Infatuated with the color PINK
Instead, I find it rather repulsive
On how much is pushed on me

So, I am allergic to PINK