the bean eater

You know, I respect meat-eaters and their beliefs and all that, but have you noticed just how toxic and pushy they can all be? I’ve met so many of them in my life and some of them just love to shove their beliefs down my throat, and are ableist as fuck. I mean, I tried eating bacon once, and I got so sick that I almost died. I ate nothing but bacon for two whole weeks and I had to give it up. I mean, if you eat bacon that’s cool and all, but don’t force people??? Please??? I just get so sick of the meat propaganda everywhere because you all seem so pretentious about your beliefs. You’re not saving any plant lives by eating meat, you know. For every carrot you don’t eat, I eat three. Their suffering adds to the flavour, wahaha. I mean I’d love to eat meat but plants just taste so good I could never give up beans. You meat eaters need to chill out and have a veggie burger. 

Realization just hit me so hard. It dawned upon me that Black⭐Star probably purposely refused to take souls because he was constantly called a demon, murder, and a bastard his entire life. The reason he was constantly screwing up on missions was because he didn’t want to take souls due to the fear of being called a demon and murder. My bean needs hugs.

So they had a box of Every Flavoured Jelly Beans at school in the staff room. There were about eight different colours, two flavours for each: one good, and one bad. I’m not a jelly bean eater, but I decided to try my hand at one brown one and see if I could get Chocolate Fudge…. I got Canned Dog Food twice instead.

Then, seeing how determined I was at finding a good flavour, the staff at lunch break decided to have me try an orange one. Another EA had tried one the day before hoping to get Peach, but ended up with Barf instead. So I tossed an orange into my mouth, and they all waited for me with wide eyes and big smiles.

Thank God it was Peach.

“The Bean Eaters” by Gwendolyn Brooks

They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.
Dinner is a casual affair.
Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood,
Tin flatware.

Two who are Mostly Good.
Two who have lived their day,
But keep on putting on their clothes
And putting things away.

And remembering …
Remembering, with twinklings and twinges,
As they lean over the beans in their rented back room that
is full of beads and receipts and dolls and cloths,
tobacco crumbs, vases and fringes

Poem: “The Bean Eaters” by Gwendolyn Brooks from The Essential Gwendolyn Brooks

Image: “Giving Thanks” by Horace Pippin