Here is my poem "Intermixing Coffee on Martin Luther King Jr. Day," which is on page 14 of Holidays Amaze:
The cupboard’s back space had black coffee cups:
on hooks the cups were all hanging sadly
in spots like slaves with no chance of hookups
to some freedom of shifting forward free.
The cupboard’s front space had coffee cups white:
on wooden ground were they all standing straight
with no hooks to keep them in spots unbright;
at times, they’d even roll from cupboard’s gate.
“I love Martin Luther King Junior’s speech:
‘I Have a Dream.’ He would never have placed
his coffee cups like this.” A hand did reach
and make the black and white cups interlaced.
Like people on buses, the cups became free
to intermix and taste of each other’s coffee.