you’re like vanilla
they mutter darkly
plain, sweet, dull
ordinary
bland vanilla
i…i’m not vanilla!
all your life you try
not to be
vanilla, you fail
maybe you were meant
to be vanilla
i swear, i’m not…
one day
in the grocery store
you hold a glass bottle
of pure, dark vanilla
and ponder
maybe it’s not so bad
to be vanilla
nobody sees the real me…
vanilla is white
but once it was brown
vanilla is white
containing all the colors
of the rainbow
i-i don’t care anymore
vanilla is ordinary
but at least
it’s fondly loved
and you like vanilla
…right?
i don’t care what they think, and that’s fine
