SHARE ۯ FOOD

This child was told 27 years to share food. He
did good, read books, but never learned to split bread -
spat back at what mum said. Never thought it was selfish 'cos,
'If I bought it and I ordered, then it should be as I wished.'

Of course, there were times that I chose to be nice,
remorse for the untouched vegetable sides.
But inside my mind was a shallow road block.
A dam full with still rules withers and rots.

Distilled water needed to release the hold,
in the form of cabin dwellers hosting NGOs - 
made kindness mean money. Now I see my flaws.

Tap water, a comb, a blunted shaver.
The barber's cape - a poncho pullover.
Vigilant flicks adding spritzes of flavour...
only to follow with a 'see ya later...'


The gap in the teeth is seen in the absurd.
Later that night, I'll take flight in a metal bird and he'll 
stay days contained, on uneven earth.
Asylum sought but still caught where they were
thought as not who but store bought
humans of export.
Not important enough for a portion of abundance.
This dance finally fucked with my conscience.

Share. Your. Food.

I may not believe but... alhamdulillah. Thanks for letting me say that too.