Pretty In Pink Poem by Melvina Germain

Here I'am so pretty in pink,
with not a thought in my head,
for I dare not think.
Those who adore me know the reasons why,
I'm just an object, preparing myself to die.

pretty in pink, so pretty in pink

Barefoot and pregnant,
in the kitchen I stand.
no one beside me,
to give me a hand.

Covered from head to toe, no skin must I bear.
Shackled in invisible chains, I'm aware.
My discourse is empty, my opinion in lack.
Enslaved in infinity laying on my back.

pretty in pink, so pretty in pink

Born without purpose, I stand disillusioned.
yes, the bearer of life's great confusion.
What I have between my legs,
present me a disgrace,
I'm dieing inside, take a good look at my face.

Pretty in pink, so pretty in pink

My body is raw from torturous abuse.
I'm so happy, this is my muse.
For many in certain places,
this is the truth that lines their faces.

pretty in pink, so pretty in pink

Awaiting the day when freedom calls,
released from subservient behavior within four walls.
I stand at attention, so happy I be.
My God, I'm glad you've come for me.


pretty in pink, so pretty in pink

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: May 20/2012