Across the coffee house

Watch me as I take a dive
Into this verse that rhymes,
Rejection is my one true friend,
Because you don’t believe me,
Until I show the ugliness beneath,
What happens in the alleys and streets,
And my only desire,
Is to speak my mind and abate the internal fire,
While you sit looking from your window above,
It’s my pleasure to illustrate you see
It must be done by someone

So I sit here and recall the absurdities,
Latent strife of the minority,
Non verbally castigated as a passing profligate,
Seeking nothing but normalcy,
Quietly abiding by the hypocrisy,
That lies within,
Toning down the tonic and gin,
The only streaks that I keep are with the gym,
The place where I feel good,
You see I’m not a hoodlum,
Is it that complex?
Or is it the complexion
of melanin in my skin,
That makes you brand me as something,
Someone once was in my kin,
That makes you presumptuous,
Of my dialogue being arduous,

Speak to me like you speak to him,
Too much am I asking?
Like the one you approach so casually,
Who gets the benefit of doubt and not me,
But you’re just weary,
Of things you bring and carry,
I understand completely.
Take it not personally,
After all we are not the different,
You’re not an oppressor, and I no miscreant,
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,
If you know what I mean,
You wouldn’t want to work at a slaughterhouse
And as kids we both adored the cartoon mouse,
Times have just juxtaposed our thoughts
To something that ain’t easily forgot,
And we breathe the same books and read the same movies,
Smile at the scent of cookies,
And hide under the same black hoodies
And the similar can’t attract towards,
Cause the ones who seek comfort,
Find it obdurate to be forward,
Yet every galling glance you give
Strengthens my resolve to work harder, to live
How brazen were you to think,
That your discouragement would tarnish my mood,
Oh honey, I have nothing to lose

So as this dialogue turns into a mawkish monologue,
As acrimony turns into harmony,
I wonder about, I ponder even more,
What’s the cause of my moroseness,
It’s maybe just that when I’m about my business
The constant remainder of difference
Alarms my peace,
A downward look, a barbed hook,
Silent shameful shrugs, the refusal to hug,
A reluctant handshake, breaks my bones,
Made guilty, felt alienated and insecure,
Puff my chest, suited with thick skinned armour,
Even though you’ll hold the door,
And seem to not care,
Averting your eyes elsewhere,
I’d rather you not oblige,
It would help my plight,
There must be a reason,
I do wanna know,
Knowing that we can put an end
to this and be friends
So let’s make it right,
Because I ain’t going down without a fight
I won’t approach you at the bar,
You’ve made it clear that’s off limits, off the charts
Let’s figure it out
Round the corner block
Sitting across the coffee house

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