Soul Food

Soul food sits in a fridge, on a paper plate
No topper ware bowl or lid, and no idea of an expiration date
I mean when it was placed in here I shall never know
But from the browning of the veggies, hardening of the pastas
And drying of the meat it won’t be long before fungus may grow
Multiple sides devoured other are pick through,
Consumptions of the favorite food, the rest is left to, whoever steps up next to partake upon this soul food,
You got an appetite to appease/ you want seasoning that will please with hopes that everything is marinated properly and simmered at the right degrees
But For now you only see this plate, but you still can’t wait, yet though eager you still hesitate,
Because spoon full and fork full are missing bite mark and tongue paths where gravy was lick/ n
Who may have had his face in , I mean lips in, like they kissing, left smears around that glass I don’t want to talk about but who wants to sip upon that Lipton
I just imagine, the original cook and beautiful lady in a apron, preparing this plate just for me as I tuck in my napkin/ surrounded with conversations of bonding and laughing
Me asking for seconds, like give me more and more, I will eat upon this plate forever of that I’m sure
But like buffet what’s on my plate has been tasted by many,
By ones who didn’t wash they hands, or those who started a plate but knew finishing it wasn’t in they plans,
Knew the food they wasted could have been tasted by someone who would of took that roll and glazed it
Enjoy every morsel as his tongue glazed it, bowed his head and praised it as the breast and legs he raised it, To his mouth feeling rewarded as he alone partakes upon the splendor of the juices in amazement
But is that the case, has this food lost it soul, parts other mouth took parts out will I ever get to know what it’s like to taste them holes, I’m sure this plate can give me the nourishment I need, and my tummy will surely will be please, But is the soul still left in this soul food, can this food still feed my soul,
So I hold back afraid to commit, it should be so easy to grab it , warm it appreciate it and sit but instead I still just stare at it her likes she’s
Soul food in a fridge, on a paper plate
No topper ware bowl or lid, and no idea of a expiration date