Maladies, By Brian47 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

The dented can skipped over
At the super market
Contents still good
Gets passed over

The heel of bread
Gets tossed to the ducks
Still perfectly good
Never becomes a sandwich

The the freckled banana
Becomes compost
Contents still good
Gets passed over

The black cat
At the rescue
Meows for your face
Gets passed over

I cannot afford
To feel broken
My maladies are me
To not accept myself

Would be that razor blade
To my wrist
To not accept myself
Would be jumping of a cliff

My maladies are me
I am that dented can
I am that heel of bread
I am that freckled banana

I am that black cat
I cannot afford to care
What you think of me.
Or my poetry.
(end)

I am not black, just using the black cat as metaphor because they are less likely to get adopted.