Treasure Island

I Am Rebel

(Brumtown)

for the most feminine of colours


the most feminine of colours
has got to be pink
pale pink, vibrant pink, all the same to me
it signals weakness, goodness, fraility
Everything i despise

pink, the colour of the wilted rose
it's had it's time and now has died
as my feelings for the earth grow
the damned colour of skin shall fade
and the world shall know the truth

Pink is a colour of femininity
and femininity is weakness
which cannot be shown to my world
for it is prey, and they are the hunters
so i destroy the colour that would destroy me

Submitted: Monday, May 11, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, May 12, 2009

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