Ellen Lee Week 6 Response

Pink and Black.

Black and Pink.

Blackpink. PinkBlack.

I repeat.

Blackpink. PinkBlack.

My strong affinity for the color pink and my strange attraction for the color black makes me wonder about who I am. Why those two colors? Why is my favorite color no longer sky blue?

Initially, I thought I liked pink because people said it suits me. They said black looks good too. But it wasn't people's opinions I was concerned about--I was already loving black and pink so much people started to notice a pattern in me.

I went through a change in my life, a die hard blue lover to a pink and black maniac?
In many ways, I found that blue eventually did not suit me, and who I am as a person.

1. When I'm black, I guard my emotions, my face turns stiff. I keep away those who hurt me, but I find myself to be in such despair that it is hard to come out of the darkness. I wallow in the shadows, tears streaming from my eyes because I know no one can see me.
2. When I'm pink, I like to show that I'm pink. Hi, I'm Ellen. I'm bright, bubbly, and approachable. I promise that I am. You might feel uncomfortable with black at first, but black is nice once you get to meet her.
3. I lost half of my identity when I lost my pink lipstick. My bright pink lips is who I am. I feel naked without it. I don't feel like talking anymore.
4. I'm feeling sadder. Black is taking over me. Orange does not suit me. Red does not suit me. Brown does not suit me as well. My lips miss pink. Melancholy moments...
5. Pink, Pink, Pink. My pink jacket rests on the chair in front of me. I admire the pinkness, and I wear it almost everyday.
5 (1/2) Strawberry is black. The night sky is pink. Flower petals are black. The wet soil is pink.
6. But then I notice, that the amount of pink clothes that I own are getting smaller. I see more black. I specifically told black to stay away. But black doesn't stay away. Black keeps coming, in her chicness.
7. Black is lonely, so I try to cheer her up. It's hard to take care of black. I prefer pink, but black bothers me.
8. Pink finally came back. I have the best day ever. I love pink. Pink makes me feel graceful, beautiful, and happy. Black is nowhere to be seen.
9. I forget about black for a few days. No longer quiet, lonely, or chic. Pink makes me feel warm, and honestly I can live without black.
10. I'm crying. The worst day. The day when your best friend turns your back on you, your grade for the latest exam is horrible, and your favorite grandpa who always loves you the most passes away. Pink couldn't find a way to comfort me. I see black pitifully staring at me in the corner.

Pinkblack. Blackpink.

I repeat.

Pink and Black. Black and Pink.

Pink. Pink. Black. Black. Black.