Black letters scrawled indifferently
Staining ivory paper indefinitely
Concrete in deed and purpose, inherently
These scribbles could be meaningless
Barely legible loops and lines, aimless
The precision was unimportant, regardless
Their purpose held in balance the quenching of my thirst
The deciding factor of who could take a sip first
These basic cave-man like symbols
Are a rough illustration of me
My name, my identity
But more importantly, they told the rest of the caffeine addicts in that Starbucks that that Green Tea Latte with no whip and whole milk was mine.
Bear with me for a moment as I expound
on a rather seemingly mindless account
of a Starbucks’ cup.
Yes, it’s silly, necessarily frilly
And easily can be taken as a little hill-billy
BUT, I digress for the purpose of art.
You see, we go through life scribbling our names on cheap plastic
Not realizing our character could be fashioned from the same elastic.
We bend and we shift to whatever the mood or crowd feels
Not fully knowing the potential that changing conceals.
The present situation: the deepest funk the world has ever been in.
The kind where you don’t even know where to begin
Where you wake up in the morning and know today is going to be a bad hair day because your head is not even on right.
You walk through the day without a glimmer of reality in sight.
What I have discovered after restless digging
Is only an apathetic spirit that is simply unforgiving?
My realization left me done with the institution
And done with the irresolution
And done with the vast exclusion
Why can’t anyone be themselves anymore?
Is it that we are so used to being black blurs on a Starbucks cup
That we forgot our presence was not just a construct
We are real people, you and me
We are flesh and we are bone and meant to be free
We are not meant to be controlled by the fashion or culture
We are unique and we are strong, like any good sculpture
There is no need to blur your name
Just to gain more acclaim
Or simply fit in to the group that you chosen
When really you don’t know their true emotion
If we all stop being actors in this world-wide charade
We can finally begin to stop being played
We don’t have to live life as if always afraid
We can accept each person as superbly handmade
By a God whose best work is daily displayed
On the faces of humans, in His image He made
And His Work is breath-taking is more ways than one
We have strength and talent that can never be undone
But he never meant for our name to be hidden.
He wants us to be proud, be proud and forgiven
So next time you realize you’ve compromised your name
Ask for a new cup with truth as the aim.