Seasoning

You say white is good,

because there’s always light at the end of the tunnel.

But tell me this —

if white didn’t have black,

would it ever fascinate you?

If the tunnel wasn’t pitch dark,

would the light still feel holy?

I get it —

white’s easy on the eyes,

black makes you uncomfortable.

But put them through a prism,

and you’ll see —

white is just a frugal fraction of black.

So keep your whites.

I’ll keep the blacks.

And every time there’s too many of you,

I’ll drop by —

for seasoning.