I Am a Bad Beans
I am a bad beans
like a bad beans
am blown away
selected and removed
rejected and forbidden
yet when I touch the soil
I grow the good beans
l am a bad beans
forgotten and replaced
taken away by the hands
i desire
devalued and isolated
by the chef
I am never seen good
yet when I touch the soil
I grow the goods beans
to feel the belly of the hands
that reject me
I am a bad beans
so strong and dry
so meaningful but never picked
up with a good intension
am also important yet
among the good beans
I have no place for good
even in the hot pot
am still fetched and
thrown far away
am never allowed to be
swallowed into the belly
of anyone
am only good to be thrown
away by the hands I desire yet
when I touch the soil
despite the isolation
I grow the good beans
to feed the world
I am a bad beans
so rebel to the call
I bear no good for nothing
despite the good beans comes from
my source
I refused to be cooked
by the world of lies
no wonder always am
not valued among the good beans
still when I touch the soil
I feed the world with
the good beans I bear
Copyright © Richard Nnoli | Year Posted 2019
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