Bitches Brew With No Expresso
Why is that when you look at me,
you see my skin,
why is it that every time I look at the tv,
its the same bland people.
What ever happened
to a variety?
Hasn't anyone
seen a basket of fruit?
How do I live in a society
that isn't even designed or
made for me.
Leftovers are the most familiar
because my kind are typical rejects.
What to do? What would you do?
You see coffee, plain and no sugar
is boring that's why its a sucker for additives.
And what does the plain coffee do,
pretend it never some sweetener or sugar
because its ashamed. Ashamed of its bitter blackness.
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