Color Is No Crime: Poetry
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Nov 2, 2020
In a very busy office schedule
My tummy said it was time I filled it
Feeling the punching, tumbling and wobbling it gave
Perhaps, I could work on, on borrowed time
To no avail!
As more punching, tumbling and wobbling,
Punched, tumbled and wobbled.
“Hello”, a hotel I called
Her voice, sweat, soft, sonorous
“At your service, sir”
“Sausages? Yes”
“Salad? Yes! And….”
“But are you black, sir?”
“I’m sorry, sir”
“I know how hungry you must be, Sir”
“Try elsewhere, sir” — Bang!
“Hello, Hello, Hello”, I strived to reach the voice
Not a ting of it, only tinkles
