Best Part of the Days

Hot, spicy, crunchy, food

Made me want more of it, but I knew better.

You devour the meal so no one catches an attitude

Since everyone on the ship seems to steal, which becomes their scarlet letter.

The rice, steamy hot

With the beans decorating it like pebbles on a road.

The corn very sweet that together with the yams, it hits in a soft spot

Which makes the biscuits orbit in the mouth and explode.

Days when eating are the best

Because it gives you peace unlike the others.

You become an example, my own personal test

Where I can mimic your example better than my former ancestors.