There Isn't A War On Pink

There isn’t a war on pink
There isn’t a battle of the sexes
Any more than there’s been a battle
Between the id and the super-ego
Since the beginning of time

This desire to put someone in their place
As if people are spoons that go in kitchen drawers
Or guns that go in holsters

Men are not the super-ego
And we are not guns

But we are up in arms
Because that’s what you do with arms
Embrace the challenges
Signal the planes’ taking off or landing

And as more and more decide
To take to the skies
These battles for rights
For representation
Will ensue

This life is not just about you

When people have to fight their inner demons
And yours as well
We’re making this heaven a hell

When education is called perversion
When science is called fake news
Freedom determined by sexual organs
And pigments’ hues

When you call her flower
So that you can maintain the power
When you tell her to smile
But then accuse her of guile

You can call it a revolution
But minds have been turning
As long as our planet has
To see every one as worthy
And equal of opportunity

If there’s anything that
Makes us who were are
It is the pink of the tongue
And we all have the ability
To use it for life or for death