Pink

I think I was asleep
When they gave to a colour
A whole identity
Before the glitter strewn adverts
Said it was nauseatingly bright
Or that it could ever hurt the eyes
Last time I checked
It was a hex by it's own right
The pink of red plus white
I don't like it because I'm supposed to
I don't dislike it because I was supposed to like it
What is "supposed to" anyway?
Pink is the colour
Of cotton candy,
Strawberry ice-cream,
A child's flushed cheeks,
Hue of the sky at my favourite time of day
Pink is a warrior, a goddess, a god
Even Courage, the cowardly dog
Pink is chill and quite friendly
So put down your label-maker
And come say hello intently