Simple

Flashy, in style

is so not my style

I'd prefer simple, invisible

blending with the pile

Black is my lover

in clothes, in coffee

Hoody is my brother

With it, you can't know me

Sneakers are my comfort

Helps me run faster

to face and fight danger

Heels are not the sort

Pretty plain, isn't it?

Boring, some might say

But it's not my job to render skits

I only serve Rescue on a tray