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