Pink skinned

She was the curly hair in the world of straight hairs. She was pink skinned in the world of white beauty. She chewed so gracefully that hardness melt at its touch. She was sad and magical in her own way. Her only problem was; she was never conquered, no matter how hard they all tried she never let the pink pigments go away. She was one of the blossoms they have ever seen growing. She was the garden in the world of thorns.