Pink has never been a favorite hue
Though I enjoy its lovely variation,
From a deep crimson to a soft pale rose
In nature it is a glorious celebration.
In my childhood room pink did spread
Depressing in its societal expectation,
Surrounded by walls all a dull pale shade
I felt trapped by this gender categorization.
On every surface this color did lay
Lack of choice fed a queer aggravation,
In a corner it began with crayons in hand
I implemented a colorful decontamination.
Waxy lines in grand designs
Expanded in artistic creation,
A princess no more I began my war
Against this color dehumanization.
Till Mother came in and nixed my win
Thus ending my first feminist emancipation.
Image and poem by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014
NaPoWriMo …. April 15, 2014