My Breakfast Poem by Tony Adah

My Breakfast



I want to have
My breakfast
The oats, the milk, the sugar
And the gruel
I am told
This is food
For the poor
But mould came eating
Without the milk and sugar
And blossom in its
Grey bluish hue.
For me I do not
Know how I am looking
Thin or plump
Black or white
Blue or green
But a human.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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