pink

Somewhere in blue I saw brown. Somewhere in brown I saw pink. Somewhere in pink, you saw me. How could I be in pink when it was what I most despised? I couldn’t believe you didn’t recognize me. I was confused in a daze until I looked the other ways. That’s when I found pink in many days. My blanket, my bear, my pillow, and the first color I wanted to dye my hair. I didn’t hate pink. I just felt it wasn’t me. I realized pink was more than it seemed. It was my first love and my first dream. I hated pink because it reminded me of all the things I hoped to be.