My generation was told to be  calm and be peaceful and our change will come one day. We turned around and fanned the next generation and fed them what has put us to sleep, as some pretend to be asleep because they do know the truth. You know that Nigga-I-tis we all get after we have wrapped our lips around the tastiest dishes. It gives our toes fluttery twitches unaware that the food we just ate comes with hidden sodium and sugars. Like truth, it is hidden in school systems, church functions, and within political tricks, and media clicks. 

But we have eaten these black family recipes for years and it tastes good to many and blacks have no desire for a change really because they like to complain and uncomfortably comfortable being taken care of. Blacks are not trying to be the chef, they just wanna eat.

The memories of lies reminds them of the comfort food of mama’s famous macaroni and cheese all over again. If you start reminiscing, you will remember every taste of the velveeta cheese, the cream of mushroom soup, this sweet processed food and fast foods are tasty like fake news for fools.

 The proper amount of garlic and everything else that made mama's macaroni and cheese lock into your memory. You never wanna let that good taste memory go away even if you know what’s coming next. Like taco bell food, you got the shits. 

We know this type of false food is not good to consume. The famous velveeta cheese which needs no refrigeration  should speak for itself. The fan is on high blast after a good meal and sleep has crept in.

 Our bellies  are full , we got a little comfortable feeding on the words of ‘We Shall Overcome’ and ‘I have a Dream’ forgetting past meals of our ancestors who digested knowledge. Today we eat up garbage, and stay hopeful on dreams. 

As good sounding words planted in our ears became easy for us to accept because of handed down folklore of segregation. We didn't need that fakeness to fight for and hold on to. We’ve had our own for centuries.

These foods that taste the best are the worst for our bodies to consume and we seem to not be able to  let them go. Like the lies, we can’t let go of because of the tasty ignorance  we are accustomed to our whole lives.

The taste known to give us a quick forty winks in slumber like niggas relaxed and waiting on 40 acres. It’s past 1960 and it’s been decades, so niggas,  negro, colored people, blackie, people of color and african americans, what are you waiting on,

Dessert?