Impromptu Poetry: Lunch-Inspired Mack
I want to be your sweet potato casserole.
See, you don’t have to look no further cuz I can do it all.
I’m sweet, I have flavor and I’ll fill you up.
I’m not sweating the competition because, truth be told, I can be your side dish and your desert.
Look no further. Some nights you can sweeten me up. Adorn me in sugar and cinnamon. Warm me up and you’ll swear you’ve just made love.
Other nights, I know you’ll crave my essence so badly, you’ll have me raw and I’ll still satisfy.
See boy, you don’t even know what to do with me.
The options are endless.
I’m wrapped in mystery. I’m a peel and preparation away from pure delight.
Folks still trying to define me. I kind of laugh. I’m used to it by now.
Am I a vegetable? Am I a starch?
Either way, sugar, you need me in your life.
I’m an anomaly, A complex piece to the pyramid.
I can’t be confined and defined to fit into some group…
Am I a sweet potato or a yam?
It doesn’t matter.
As long as I know what I (y)am.
And I’m yours.