Friends of Brother'sA Poem by Solidad
They can smell the coffee beans
That caramel color that kinks my hair
I can see in their vanilla bean eyes,
Too many flavors,
Standing behind slurs
I am the token
Their marshmellow smiles
I'll taint the blood line,
Yet they still stand looking
"Lilies don't come in any other colors do they?"
Pulling apart my cogs and gears,
© 2011 Solidad
Added on July 8, 2011
Last Updated on July 8, 2011
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