Sure, maybe it was because you’re a barista
And part of your job is to know people’s names
Yet, you asked about me
Where you had seen me
Where I lived
Where I came from
Now when I come around
You’re too busy for me
You end the conversation
Like any other conversation
Was I not what you expected?
Am I to chase you?
To fulfill my duty as my gender calls
And grab for your attention?
All the while you say you don’t have the time
When you end it with “It’ll be right out, man.”
Am I not the man you wanted me to be?