Color Me Pink

Hello, my name is Pink.

No, that does not mean that I adhere to your traditional views of what you think I am.

It does not make me gentle.

It does not make me sweet.

Hello, my name is Pink.

My mother is white.

My father is red.

I am part innocence and part fire.

I am purity and desire.

Hello, my name is Pink.

No, that does not mean that I am statically confined to a little girls dress or the petals of a flower

I am contrasted throughout space in many different shades.

You can find me in the sky.

You can find me in the ocean.

You can find me in the faces of both friends and foes.

If you look closely enough, you can find me in the mirror.

Oh! Hello there! My name is Pink.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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