The Price of Pink

In a world painted shades of rose, Where costs are hidden, no one knows, A silent burden, an unseen fee, That rests on women, unfairly. A razor's edge, a bottle's hue, The price deflate for things in blue, Yet when in pink, the cost ascends, A subtle tax, which never ends. A shampoo bottle, a gentle scent, But dollars more are often spent, For lotions, creams, and fashion threads, For something that society spreads. They say it’s choice, it’s just supply, But why should pink make wallets cry? In aisles where colors softly gleam, It’s more than just a consumer’s dream. For girls are taught from tender youth, That beauty’s cost is simply truth, But let us break this rosy chain, And paint the world with fairer gain. No more the silent tax we pay, Let equality lead the way, For every dollar, every cent, Should reflect what’s truly spent.