FOOD FOR THOUGHT...

by Deborah
(San Francisco, ca)

Stirring my collards I had thoughts, I couldn't decide between fried chicken or fish(red snapper or catfish), yet the pussy kept jumping on the table, she a neighbor I let her have the catfish it's bottom dweller in the sea similar to the pig, fry both chicken and red snapper in olive oil, then sprinkle some on me, Love cooking it something for soul, honey, I sprinkle turkey bacon on the collards, wrapped sweet potatoes with twine like whip wrapping around your body, so it won't swell or burst if that happen I'll plant soft kiss on it, for dearest cool watermelon chased with tall glass of lemon aide and peppermint leaves soul food, as yellow poppy and sunflowers drape the table with orchids, roses all golden like the sun through out the house, kinda looks like the Lord supper, as I sway my round hips to beat of the music you know your body doesn't have to be perfect, we are all kind of shapes and forms it what's inside coming out as I dance with joy sways of Soul Food.

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you go girl!...art