This poem was written on a trip with my brother, from my Mom’s house in Rockland County, back to my Dad’s in the Bronx. Peep the comment section for deets and why it has its title.
Photo from bronx.
Food For Cough by Jemar Souza
Excuse me,
Would you like to give this a try?Nice.
But before you bite,
Let me tell you what it’s like.It ain’t no chump food;
It’s more so a tasty morsel
On a one way crash course to your torso.Or so we thought,
‘Cause what you just bought and tossed spine
didn’t go straight to your thighs.It went instead,
straight to your mind…
And like vitamin A,
opened yours eyes.So tell me,
Now can you see?Well then,
Stop asking me why I look so unhappy.Uh-huh,
Yeah,It’s ’cause the world is full of fatties,
Eatin’ all that bullshit.But like a preacher
preaching in the pulpit,I’ll give you what’s good -
like peaches
with no pits.That’s right,
I hate seeds,Especially seeds
of doubt -Those
shall never
ever
go in
or out
of my mouth.But this?
It’s that good shit
you gotta ask fa’.The type a shit that
cures asthma.Breathe.
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Previously: Girls Like Kings
