I HATE PINK

100 sheet notebook with a pink cover sporting the Mead unicorn.

It's my most prized possession. Inside contains infinite memories,

thoughts, ramblings and tear stains. Although I've used other journals

over the years, I always return to this particular one for inspiration.

Every poem on this site saw it's beginnings on one of those slightly

yellowed, pencil or ink-smudged pages. Those horrible middle-school

years are faithfully documented there, along side my elementary

school doodles and high school dream dates. I did not keep this journal

deligently, but everything important somehow found it's way inside.

College brought a new set of problems, but the journal stayed forever

constant. The content may have changed, but the cover stayed as pink

as ever. One day I looked at that journal, crinkled and tattered, and

realized... I hate pink. I have always hated that color. The unicorn only

antagonized me more. Here my most prized possession of all these years, my

beacon of truth through the inconsistencies of life, was hidden behind

this revolting outer appearance. I had to lash out, in the only way I

knew how, so without thought, i took my black pen and sprawled

"I HATE PINK" angrily across the cover. I looked down at my

impulsiveness and realized it was perfect. Nothing could have said it

better, what my life's work stands for, what I have strived to under-

stand my entire life was right there in those 9 letters scribbled across

that notebook's cover. I realized no other color would have sufficed,

it had to be pink. The unicorn was just a bonus.