Chew And Spit Poem by Je'free Y .

I am your artifact, a merchandise
For consumption served to a market;
Or, more like all the other dishes in a banquet,
A meal for their salivating hunger
Managed by a chef for an appetizing presentation,
My rawness, my simplicity, all overpowered
By a thousand different spices, zing, pizzazz.

The cook has made various recipes out of me -
Baked, broiled, fried, frizzled, grilled, griddled.
Either the main course or the dessert,
I will be chewed, devoured until all my juices,
And nutritious elements are dissolved.
This is the system of cookery and gnashing
I am bound to be processed in.

And when my fragrance, aroma is gone,
Like a day old gum, they will spit me out.
Fame truly makes compromises and trade-offs
That I am learning to acknowledge.
As I melt in their mouths, I hope
I am nourishing, not like a mere calorie from junk.
Let my flavor, ever fresh, never foul,
Lay on their tongues for eternity.