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January 18, 2016
By Infralalenshka BRONZE, Boom A Chick A Wow Town, Other
Infralalenshka BRONZE, Boom A Chick A Wow Town, Other
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Favorite Quote:
All writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. -Georges Orwell
It is dangerous to be right in matters on which the established authorities are wrong.
To hold a pen is to be at war. -Voltaire

In my recipe there’s too many spices
Cinnamon, honey, crack and vices
My cook was not so careful
Free with the spoon
Wondering if a coat hanger was a tool
Always in the moon
Lost in a haze
That’s how dear mamma spent her recipe days
My father had left
No co-chef
Alone by herself is how the baby was made.

Out of the oven
The babe came out
Screaming and crying
It was a white cold baby borning
In the middle of the kitchen
Middle of the morning.

I was the product of amateur brewing
Like moonshine in a bathtub
That was my upbringing.

My mom went with what she had,
Not much
Big town, small salary
Ate black toast from white bread
To afford celery,
She gave head.

For some miraculous reason,
I’m not too bad
Good at school
Good at home
Not even too sad.
My recipe isn’t neat and tidy
but it is mine
I wouldn’t change a spice for a second
Because it’s what made me
my mind.

The author's comments:

Thanks to anniecc for the inspiration for this piece.

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