Christal Bailey Poems

Do you see the anger in the
looming skies,
the rage, the jealousy in its
crimson eyes?
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Pink is an overly pinched chubby cheek,
Look at my pink dress, isn't it chic?
Pink is the smell of Johnson's baby lotion.
It could be a bottle of pink love potion!
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He brings me breakfast in the morning and
a glass of Chardonnay at night.
Confident and strong, he's everything
I should want.
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