Pink

Centuries of yore

You define and defile her

She lives by your rules

When she questions you subdue

When she shines you steal her due

Her spirited smile

What she wears does drinks or says

You decide she’s game

Molest frighten denigrate

You impotent vertebrate

You break her spirit

She rises like a phoenix

Time and time again

Her voice is getting stronger

You may exist no longer

 

 

 

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