WalkerJojones I could read you all day you know that.
Wild Flower
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Well, I could write all day. Ha! I won’t do that to you. Once the rambling begins, you’ll be saying to yourself, “now why the hell did I start this?”

My mother’s southern nobility told her little girls wear pink. I wasn’t one of those little girls. I was a huge tomboy, was not prissy. Pink doesn’t even match my skin tone. Also, my mother never even wore pink. Yellow was her “girl”, color. I like yellow! But no yellow for me. Pink shirts for everyone! All the tomboys and I stood in circles thinking of ways to rebel out of pink dresses and shirts. The boys in ties came over to join us & kick rocks.

Present day. I don’t dislike pink. It does something to my insides tho. I grind my teeth and remember those days when my mother left for work and my clothes were laid out for school to dress myself. And there was a pink blouse (who even call them blouses anymore?)pink undies & socks. I’d change my entire outfit and went to school in gray & black. She only found out because at some point school pictures came back. My hair had red ribbons instead of pink ones. Ha! And I had on a black shirt and not that God awful pink shirt with only three buttons that anybody could see my skin in, if I sit up. Why am I showing skin in the 4th grade? I trashed that shirt in a can on the next block in case she decided to check. I wiped my hands clean of pink shirts for once and for all. Eventually she asked me what happened to my pink shirts. I shrugged, most likely. She gave me a lecture about keeping up w my things and bringing my things home when I go away. Sometime later I watch her hang more pink shirts in my closet. Including two pink sweaters. She leaves me, cutting her eyes, “don’t you lose these”. Dammit! She was on to me. I didn’t lose them. I stained them. What I didn’t stain I grew out of in a growth spurt that knocked her wallet back. Those shirts became bandannas on my legs. I was so happy to cut them up.

Alright. I’m better now. I’m ready for the pink flower. I’m in a place to show proper respect. I will. I’ve been raised right.

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