Soul Food

The steam rises from the surface of mama’s fine china,

Gospel music rings from wall to wall,

As the smell of rich, tender food fills the entire room.

You look down at my plate and see food,

Mac n cheese, collard greens, corn bread and ribs.

But when I look at my plate I view different things.

I view culture,

I view morals,

I view a sense of identity.

 The food mushed together on this single plate,

Represent a community.

A place of coming together.

To rejoice on all of the good times,

And to reminisce on all we’ve been through.