I used to be prejudiced against pink.
You know, pink was fluffy and girly.
I wore a lot of blues.
But when I became an artist
I took a good look at pink.
I painted my walls
a barely-noticeable pink.
My winter jacket’s a pale pink.My living room’s accented in pink roses.
I like pink, I think.
The other day,
my friend wore a burnt pink leather blazer.
I’m not there yet.