Pink

Pink was the colour of my skin
when i was born and when she
cradled me in her arms
she told me i stopped crying

Pink was the colour of my dress
when i was 7 when my father
took my picture with my sister
and i cried when i met santa claus
for the first time

Pink was the colour of my hair
when i bleached then dyed it
because i wanted to look cool.
That was the year i caught my
sister making out with my best friend
who was 6 years younger than her

Pink was the colour of the box
of candies my husband
bought for his mistress
and that was the year that i learned
he was an ass and i cried to my mum who
said to me "i told you so" and
chided me while i hurt deep inside

Pink was the colour of my heart
that pumped for the last time
as i lay in the street dying
with a broken heart and a broken
body and that was the year that i
learned there was no hope
and that kindness was a fairy tale
i would never read