Pink Ribbon

I am a woman dressed in softness
Painted with degradation that is called beautiful
Never has such been visible to the first
Or touched by the hand of cupidity Let this woman kneel before you
With softness to be admired
paint to be stoned
And a pink ribbon as a gift t master.

by Becky Ann Feltmann

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