Mama's Black Breast Poem by Ozioma Anieto

The best meal I have ever taken was given to me at will. I never begged nor worked for it. I wasn't told that bullshit "No Food For A Lazy Man". Whenever I was hungry I received, they all knew that man must wack. It was perfectly timed and always fresh or given just to stop my wail.

Often, I felt not like eating…just played with the source. No one seemed perturbed even the meal bank…. Thank God I had no twin, the twin meal was mine alone. Even my old man was generous….all he wanted was for me to be filled. Then, all the attentions were mine… evacuate your stomach and demand for more.

Though I needed no table, my sofa was made from human skin…but I look back and it appear as if my table was prepared….lolz..Naturally by God - Himself.
One day the meal was stopped …. Maybe I added a lot of weight, though I heard an accusation that I now have teeth, and sometimes I bite instead of suck

Funny enough, I forgot the taste and in my formative years, I tried to recreate my bliss… I tried with few good people who offered… but unlucky me, their own were dry.
The beauty of it all is that I never say"thank you" after the meal. To me, it was my right…dividend from no investment…just for me