My pantry is off-limits to onlookers
What I store is what I turn to when I get bored
Fuel is a foreign word to me
Food is meant to be enjoyed
Food has been linked to so many memories for me
Funeral repast, Wedding reception, Birthday dinner, and so forth
How do I move forward out of this slump
No need to blame it on the past generations
When you’re enslaved you make of it what you can
Am I still in that mentality
Choosing scraps to nourish my soul and well-being
Have I been ingratiated into soul food answering my woes
When I wind down food is the main plan
Even when I’m dead broke there is something I can chew on
Grasping for leftovers wherever I go
Stocking up ammunition for the upcoming foes
As I sense my mood change I pray
As soon as I open my eyes food is the focus
Food is immediate to soothe the psyche
I’m no longer single food is my “Zaddy”
Trying to climb out of the abyss
No one around me sees anything wrong with this
Crying out for help
What can I do about this
Weight loss coaching, emotional counseling, and perhaps more specialists
I had no idea all these problems existed
Living in my comfort zone so much of my life has been wasted
Big bones never existed