Food Fight
I like my pizza
cheesy
nothing’s wrong with greasy
grandma rarely cooked with
clean grease
pan drippings leftover
in a Crisco cans
down home cooking
never bland
Auntie Fee
can cook for me
any day of the week
I don't care if she
cuss at me
give me a fork I’m gone eat
profanity don’t bother me
I understand
been called bad words
since I could stand and speak
didn't know it was wrong
until I repeated it and got hit
with a switch
called my teacher the B word
she acted like it was a word
that she never heard
told her to kiss my hinny
ran home with the whole class
following behind me

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that was dope
Read wesnesby's poemshymnagen
"...didn't know it was wrong until I repeated it and got hit..." HA! Yeah, I can still feel it tho! Nice one, Wize
Read hymnagen's poems2b2b2
LOL....Excellent Share.....thanks!!
Read 2b2b2's poemslove_supreme
Excellent write.
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