Pink

Pink! Under a blue tint, sitting in eight seats Me, plus six, minus one is my family Dust to dust, now tears to tears Only 50 short, hard and painful years Symbol of pink outlined in a basket Tisk for a tasket, twenty-three hundred dollar casket A gift to the world, God’s newest baby Hell or heaven, there is no maybe Now life is gone, happy in a new home A soul to her body no longer belongs Light, pale pink lets cross it in a mink Never tie my strings in a knot, because that’s what took you so to think But before you go, let us lace you with pearls And drip you with diamonds and make it aware to the world That Breast Cancer has no name, nor a face Just as a lump on your body doesn’t deserve a permanent place Dedicated to Ms. Kimala Thomas