A little girl in her pretty pink home,
Imperfect for foreign eyes,
For her, it's the perfect dome.

The flowers she planted to heal,
The necessary walls she built.
She knows how to close the windows now 
Without any guilt.

It was grey before, 
From pain and sorrow. 
She promised herself to paint it pink tomorrow, 
And she did, and it's pink now! 
It's like a wish being granted; 
Her pretty home is how she wanted.

The intricate details 
Carved on the walls and roof.
She doesn't crave a company often now;
She's okay with being aloof.

The people she loves
Have the keys
To enter her pretty pink home—
That's her homies.


Tap-tap-tap—
A knock on the door.
"Who's this persona?
I've never seen you before."

"Hey there, 
A new one in neighbourhood.
Just came to say hi,
As I should."

"From my home, pretty lady, 
Your beautiful home can be seen. 
Catch up if you want a company; 
I'm a resident of the home which is green."

He continued,
"I hope we can get along well.
Share laughter and sorrow, 
I have many stories to tell.
Lemme tell you about people I had,
About everyone who left
Because everyone was bad"

The tales I have are vast.
I know you'll leave me too.
I had a really rough past.


The girl responded, 
"Hey, let me tell you,
Until you do it yourself,
I won't leave you."

He smiled,
"If you don't mind,
Let me tell you,
You're so sweet and kind."

Still, she kept her walls high.
Of course, she will.
How can she trust any guy? 

Still, she talked 
With the green home guy,
Understanding him throughout,
From goodmorning to goodbye.

He claimed, 
"When I'm broken or hurt,
My dear lady,
You're my comfort.
You're the one I trust.
You're the best among the worst."


Then the shades he started to show,
Disgusting and impure,
The side no one knows.
He locked her away twice,
Came back again and begged.
He acted nice.

She did the best she could,
But he started to overstep boundaries.
She denied, as she should.

With passing days, he continued to try
To break thought her boundaries.
"I'll make you open up", he wanted to pry.

"I don't like pink, paint your home green.
Come on, dear, try something new.
Green is nice, I think pink is mean."

She said no, several times.
He got mad. 
During every denial, he whines.


"Hey let me tell you,
The pink home is what I love,
even if for you, it's mean.
It was grey once, I suffered, and I hated that.
It'll be suffocating if I painted it green"

"You're keeping it pink because you're afraid that again it'll be grey,
But you badly need a change. 
Please do it, I pray.
You're hurt, you need my help."
She replied, "No I don't.
You just don't like my original self!"

"You're the worst!
With yourself, you're so full.
You think pink is sweet,
But that's just disrespectful.
You're so mean and mean.
Pink is bullshit.
Paint it green, paint it green."

To him, she denied her home's key.
But he gave his home's key to her.
"Give me your keys, don't you love me?"

"Come on, you have my home's key.
I should have yours too.
Why am I not your priority,
When you're my number one, and I love you?
People who love are willing to change.
Why can't you?"


"You gave no valid reason.
I cherish my pink home.
I won't change the colour for anyone."

"You won't change the colour you say? 
I will have to stop talking to you 
if I don't get it my way.
The mean pink colour you show,
I'm done with it, and I don't care anymore!"

"You know, it's not like people don't stay.
Even if they try so hard,
You are the one you pushes them away.
You're the one with a sharper claw,
Hurting hearts of people. 
In everyone's beauty, you find a flaw."

"If you want a green home,
Talk to people with one.
Why trying to change the pink paint?
Why talking to moon when you want the sun? 
I'll keep my home pink.
I don't want it to be lime.
Find the actual green one,
Don't waste my energy and time."

-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)