Friends of Brother'sA Poem by SolidadThey 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,
Fogging windows © 2011 SolidadFeatured Review
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