I hate the color pink, but let me tell you why
It isn�t because of little girls who scream and cry
Nor is it those teens who goss-up and just look dumb
It�s not even because I feel the need to be glum
Nope. I hate pink because it laughs at me
You ask why and how; well, it�s plain enough to see:
Pink is from my childhood�my favorite color then
But, everything began to change �round year ten
My body transitioned slowly from child to adult
Late bloomer, but they said I would like the result
No longer could I enjoy the things I once had as a kid
Biologically impossible; some things were forbid
Pink was but one thing that I had to leave behind
Along with my innocence and naivety of mind
Now, to see the color pink, my heart breaks a bit inside
For I remember back, before the child within me died