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Adjusting Appetizing Palates.
I have sampled the variety,
I am the one who has tasted life;
The one who has had a taste of life.
Rarely indulged in the main course-
Seldom a full meal-
I come hungry-
To leave satisfied...
I want more substance.

Sampled the world on wooden toothpicks.
I have had itty bits of everything.
Piecemeal offerings to try entice my loyalty.

Old ladies with new recipes passing
them around on trays in supermarkets of the world.
I come back for more free samples.
The more I have traveled the more
I have sampled life.

Moi-Moi- and peanut butter stew.
I have tasted life with different seasonings and spices -
Tried a variety of cultural dishes - Some bland, some spicy
Tried the soul food of each one's pride as
I swallowed mine.

I have never gained control of my soul.
It wandered with me sampling life on platters.
Now desirous of healing-fish soup.
I wanted more – Traveled;
Partook of more –

Tasting life's offerings from the - rich to the poor.
Drank out of Chrystal as well as tin cups.
I have eaten from Chinaware,
and drank from gourds,
I have supped on
Hors-d'oeuvre and canapes';

Inner-voices led me to hot rocks and tepees—
Sweat camps with medicinal potions.
Tasting life in places where strange
medicine men reside.

I have eaten rice in 2000 languages.
In Asian and Indian tongues.
I swapped collard greens for callaloo;
Then stepped up to taste breadfruit -
Filled up on Ackee and Saltfish a
Exotic palatable dish.

Though never full off of life –
Not gluttony statutes yet, I have done
more than get my “whistle wet"
Still, I am glad:
“Oh, how grateful to be alive”.
Able to sample the tender morsels
of appetizers so fine.

Even though I am a
Connoisseur of fine wine.
…and have enjoyed plenty
tidbits of earth’s great bounty--
In this life.

I have supped in the finest cuisines.
Treated royally as if I were a queen.
I have supped in mansions,
or sat, an ate under exotic trees;

Yet, there is nothing so satisfying-and no one abler.
As to be back in the hood, trying not to go berserk;
Waiting for a slice of Sweet Potato pie for dessert.
After getting my grub on, at Grandmas table.

Adjusting Appetizing Palates. I have sampled the variety, I am the one who has tasted life; The one who has had a taste of life. Rarely indulged in the main course- Seldom a full meal- I come hungry- To leave satisfied... I want more substance. Sampled the world on wooden toothpicks. I have had itty bits of everything. Piecemeal offerings to try entice my loyalty. Old ladies with new recipes passing them around on trays in supermarkets of the world. I come back for more free samples. The more I have traveled the more I have sampled life. Moi-Moi- and peanut butter stew. I have tasted life with different seasonings and spices - Tried a variety of cultural dishes - Some bland, some spicy Tried the soul food of each one's pride as I swallowed mine. I have never gained control of my soul. It wandered with me sampling life on platters. Now desirous of healing-fish soup. I wanted more – Traveled; Partook of more – Tasting life's offerings from the - rich to the poor. Drank out of Chrystal as well as tin cups. I have eaten from Chinaware, and drank from gourds, I have supped on Hors-d'oeuvre and canapes'; Inner-voices led me to hot rocks and tepees— Sweat camps with medicinal potions. Tasting life in places where strange medicine men reside. I have eaten rice in 2000 languages. In Asian and Indian tongues. I swapped collard greens for callaloo; Then stepped up to taste breadfruit - Filled up on Ackee and Saltfish a Exotic palatable dish. Though never full off of life – Not gluttony statutes yet, I have done more than get my “whistle wet" Still, I am glad: “Oh, how grateful to be alive”. Able to sample the tender morsels of appetizers so fine. Even though I am a Connoisseur of fine wine. …and have enjoyed plenty tidbits of earth’s great bounty-- In this life. I have supped in the finest cuisines. Treated royally as if I were a queen. I have supped in mansions, or sat, an ate under exotic trees; Yet, there is nothing so satisfying-and no one abler. As to be back in the hood, trying not to go berserk; Waiting for a slice of Sweet Potato pie for dessert. After getting my grub on, at Grandmas table.

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