Poem Remembering MLK: Better Than Morning Coffee

Better Than Morning Coffee

Race

is like that artificial sweetener

That folks swear makes

their morning coffee better

Even after its cloying aftertaste

Is spat from their contorted mouths…

 

A construct so deeply ingrained

That its curators

Couldn’t identify the original

Even if it smacked them on the face

And called itself “Human.”

 

The saccharine-laced hypocrisy—

In all its rare and beautiful

Forms

That makes you check the

Black, White,

Hispanic/Latino origin

Or “Other” box

To ensure that you will never be

Splend(a)id

or Equal—

is the cancer the researchers,

who swear by these sugary counterfeits

but never in their published reports on your well-being,

don’t want you to find out about.

Because, well, being your kind of human

Isn’t exactly profitable.

 

Life and death sits on the tongue

The human tongue… that

Still sings the Sunday school

Ode to racial segregation—

Red and yellow, black and white—

Which tastes bitter

without the melody…

 

But I digress….

Who am I to judge

The taste of your morning coffee?

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Dr. Chisara N. Asomugha is a pediatrician, public servant and humanitarian. Her passion is to improve the lives of women and girls, and all who love them. Her first book, " The Evolution of a Saint," will be published in 2014.