Empty Is the Pot
Put on the water,
and boil it real, real hot
Sprinkle in a dash of salt of deprivation,
then put in a hefty portion of whatnot
A generic brand of anything of no substance;
meat substandard,
having zero nutritional value
Seething through and through
the bone of contention
Waste by-products peddled in the ghetto
Tainted meat sold past the expiration date
My bloated belly babies,
with anxious eyes, holding out their plates
Contents ready to eat
And I, with shame, give them unnourishing things ...
defiled food that my body purchased and got
Now though the kettle boils over,
empty is the pot
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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