WATCHING A PREACHER BASH THE GIRL WITH PINK HAIR IN THE COURTYARD

And he said, grow like a dam filled with coal

 

And he said, release the steel hanging from your ears

 

And they said, release the ink 

from your skin,

a woman's ink only 

good for paper, not to be 

buried in her soul. 

 

And they said, color 

is only good for a canvas

restricted in a box of white,

pure cotton

 

And she said, there is no forgiveness

 

And she said, for being different

with a sin

 

And he said, regret will follow

 

And they said, for those who you love

 

And she said, for those like you.

 

And they send a dagger of words into my pit

like a stone drowning in sand

a ship lost at sea

 

And I say, listen for there 

is

no

warning.