Hot Pink.

Of angels with broken wings
And princesses with crowns of thorns.

Of damsels in distress.

Of all things pretty and nice,
That were so yesterday.

Of shrews and sluts,
And girls that can cuss.

Of burning bras and pink panties,
And some confidence, revamped.

Because, those knights in shining armors,
Can go take one long hike.

Because, nice doesn't make it past the night.