‘Change the setting.
Is what my Grandfather told me
That I knew of a connoisseur
Of buttery-salt.grits and cheddar brats
Fresh from the grill
Wrapped
Like a stick nitro fertilizer
In paper-towel;
And I understood that everyday I cook dinner,
I change the temperature,
I syncopate the beats,
I create a tune that even in the after-life,
I learn from my Elders,
And I season with bases,
Just like my Grandmama,
And Granddaddy convinced me the world
Wasn’t so dismal
When you treated an International
Legacy of Immigration
Towards Cultural Migration
And understood
My dislike of my birthplace
Simply meant:
./’] You come from a lot dear, perhaps; I’ll take you to go see em’.
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