Pink Rose

I like roses

And I supposes

Its Becauses

They are pinkses

Don’t whack my grammar

With your tiny hammar

I know I ain’t sloppy

With my choice of K-poppy

Did you hear me?

Did you smell me?

Did you see me?

Did you pink me?

Pink made a rose

I kinda chose

To grow up a lady

To be fine and dandy

The rose blossomed

The color was awesome

Dark pink to light pink

So bright it was the color of my pale shrink

I was a child the rose was a bud

There I was, livin’ in the hood

Then I turned, an adult the rose bloomed

There I was, being a flower forever loomed

I chose to be a flower

Not because of its power

But because of its link

To the color of femininity, pink