PINK

In the battle of gender, she was born to rise.

But priceless things come with a price.

Labeled to play and live multiple sacred roles.

Serving for the greater good has been the goal.

Worshipped in the form of Goddess for bliss and fortune.

Tarnished by society for choosing her melody and tunes.

Decade by the decade she broke stereotypes; came a long way.

Flying the flag of successes as if deep down she knew how to slay.

Give her love she will be the epitome of unconditional and selfless love.

Challenge her pride she will conquer her place and keep her name above.

Feminism is not overrated but a lack of understanding by patriarchy.

Females are bound to exist inside the ring since the inception of menarche.

No more does she have to fight for her right to love, live, laugh or breathe.

No more judgment about what lies on the surface and what’s underneath. 

She is more than just she; she is what she chooses to be for her happiness.

Pink or no pink; celebrate her existence because she is nature’s true phrase.