Flamingo
They say, “even the pinkest of flamingos started out grey.”
I guess I didn’t eat enough shrimp
I guess I don’t belong
Guess I was just a mistake
Because all I ever did always seemed to be wrong.
As her crimson blood trickled,
seeping into my skin,
It’s rouge tones spreading like wildfire,
It’s what I wanted, wasn’t it?
I was finally pink.
