Full City Roast

before I moved to new york, 

I thought I was too ugly to be catcalled

now reassurance comes pouring in 

I walk to get my coffee, 3 blocks away

a venti girl and a grande iced latte 

With cream and a side of “Hey mamas.” 

 I do not deserve to not be shaken

 I should feel lucky to be attractive 

I am a sweet vanilla cream latte

3 shots espresso, 1 shot of pure sex appeal 

Self confidence can’t melt like ice

And even if the coffee gets watery, I will still be hot