coffee with cream

by Maria Francesca

coffee with cream

salt with pepper

black with white

except that
he is not white;
people call him white
but he is kind of pinkish beige.

and she is not black;
people call her black
but she is a lovely
rosy mocha brown color.

and I am not gray.

am I smoother for the mix?

am I spicier?

but gray?

people ask me
what I am.

I tell them
I'm a poet.


Posted on 12/04/2007
Copyright © 2023 Maria Francesca

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/04/07 at 04:00 AM

Sounds good to me.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/06/07 at 05:19 AM

Clever and thought-provoking poem. My eyes and my mind were dancing together throughout.

Posted by Paganini Jones on 01/06/08 at 09:59 PM

That will do me. I am very fond of poets. Indeed some of my friends are poets. I like the challenges implied in your poem.

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