Coffee Paper
we filter our pictures because others can’t filter their words,
with one stone in there hands they can kill more than 2 birds
our confidence wont fly,
and the love in our bones will not soar,
and when our wings stop opening
we see ….
we’ve done this so many time before
people say it doesn’t matter what others think,
but with just one blink,
our priorities can change and our thoughts
rearrange,
and we realize we can’t survive
without good people in our lives
lo-fi and coffee paper are one in the same,
as we strain out from our brains,
that a caffeine buzz and a pretty face,
can make us insane
we squeeze out what our bodies
wont put at rest and sometimes
noir covers what unopened minds
can’t digest
Instagram can only see the side
thats our best
and if the drink is too bitter
we've failed the test
black around my eyes
and black around my mentation,
how many lives will be taken
by suicide before we can keep
a caucasian a caucasian
without debate and persuasion-
not changed and dressed in filtered
yellows and reds
in a caskets laying
on forgotten death beds
their mother will say
“I want a picture without her covered
from toe to head by orange hues
and fake blues all over
and instead”
“my baby never knew
what is was like to be ok
in her own attire and wire after wire
of inter web connections t
hat created 5000 fires
built flames that couldn’t be stopped
and the outcome was dire
and I hope this will inspire”
Please use Instagram and twitter
to show your real face
and if someone says a word
let it go through your ears
but in the end let it erase
walk in the streets
with a cup of coffee in your hands
with beans at the bottom
and show the world
that you’re just not worried about em’