My mother once told me
Her favorite colors were blue and pink
Something about that struck me
How different the colors were
How they represented something so differently to me as a five year old
Pink representing femininity
And blue representing masculinity
But they were simple colors
Yet the concept of how my mother could like both at the same time confused me
Weren’t they polar opposites?
What did a masculine girl even mean?
But they were just fucking colors
Yet we rely on them as so much more
Something about that conversation never left me
And my favorite colors
Will always be pink and blue