Everything I Know About the Color Pink

Photograph by Abrar Trabulsi

Photograph by Abrar Trabulsi

Here is everything I know about the color pink:

I didn’t like it when I was a kid because it was too girly.

It’s actually just a shade of red, like midnight is to blue.

Of course the candy store in that little town was pink. No other color would do so well to house sweet treats.

It’s the color of the flesh under my skin; a reminder of my beating heart.

I used to hate strawberry ice cream. I left it behind in cartons of neapolitan. The color seemed unnatural to me compared to its chocolate and vanilla companions. I’ve since realized the error of my ways.

If you tell me you love me will I see it in pink? They try and make it so.

My dad used to take me to cherry blossom festivals every year. The flowers fell everywhere in a rare, pink storm. I don’t know when I last saw a cherry blossom, but I wish I did.

It’s the color of the blush I paint onto my cheeks some days. 

I rode my bike with friends as pink touched the trees and the road and our shimmering skin. We laughed and shouted, invincible, shielded by the cotton candy sky. Nothing bad could ever happen at sunset.

I liked it when I was a kid because I had a feeling it wouldn’t disappoint me. I was right.

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