I am a shell,
Break me
In need of help,
Gather these
Pieces
Of my scattered self
And
Grind them into dust
Brew me,
Make a cocktail
If you must
Maybe, then
You will understand me
Black yellow red
Yet, it's all
Black coloured threads
Because mixing colours
Is something
Society can't accept
Thoughts settle at the bottom
Of my head
Stir me
Let me rise
For something more
Deserving
Something
Worth it
Shk shk shk
Shake me
This dismal world
Needs a distortion of view
That crazy
Crazy enough to taste the
Jotted down
Spicy sounds
Mused by
My black peppered pen
Unrestricted by prejudice
Black Yellow Red
