I can be red, green, or black, Ground to a dust or served in a sack. I might bring a tear right to your eye, Though no one is hurt and nobody cried. I sit in a shaker or grow on a vine, Adding a kick to the dish where you dine.

A death sentence for illiteracy if you don't know the answer to me

I’m something you’ve worn since birth, but you’ll never take me off.

I can be silk, wool, or cotton too, Red, black, or any shade for you. Wear me loose or wear me tight, I add color, warmth, and style so bright.

This is used to help you ground yourself Building balance inner and physical Unroll it and find your zen Try not using it in a balanced diet It doesn't belong in bread sandwich shop