“Pink is an unhappy hue”

Sometimes it's the color of bright dresses 

But other times it's the color of a face

That is angry with you 

Pink might be my favorite color 

But that doesn't mean

its showered by greatness 

It could be my favorite 

Because of flowy poppies and spotted cherry blossoms

Or it could be because

Of the memories that come with it 

Of feeling girly 

Or wanting to fit in

Growing a hatred for the color 

Before I was even ten

But soon enough 

I loved the color 

I loved putting blush on my cheeks 

Putting pink highlights in my hair 

That glimmered in the sun

I loved noticing pink flowers 

Of all types

Pink makes me confident

Like I’m taking a deep breath 

Pink can be a happy hue