Food For Her Soul

Food For Her Soul

A Poem by Tionge Rosalie Johnson

Fed the language of our ancestors,

she devoured the flavors of our heritage.

Tasted each word,

each conversation.

 

Our daughter

spoiled with gluttony and pride,

consumed her meals.

A taste turned sour,

as spices grew dull.

Traces of curry

at the tip of her tongue.

 

Indifferent to the time put into

creating mince meat, beans,

and brown rice.

No longer asking for

more chantey,

more curry.

 

No longer seeking

that sweet nectar,

engulfed in all the richness of our homeland.

 

Nor the recipe

of each taste,

each flavor.

Our words and conversations.

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2016 Tionge Rosalie Johnson


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Added on November 26, 2013
Last Updated on June 28, 2016
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Tionge Rosalie Johnson
Tionge Rosalie Johnson

Syracuse , NY



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I'm a graduate student at the S.I Newhouse School of Public Communications studying Arts Journalism where I am specializing in theatre. I have a great passion for writing and editing written work and .. more..

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