Swarthy & 'Fro

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Disclaimer

The food-based name brands mentioned in this literary piece does not reflect how the author truly feels and is used for fictitious and poetic purposes.

Synopsis

Eleven sad, food-themed, poetic, and abstract quotes about grapes, cake, pie, and more to read. One day, a person may realize they have all the food in the world to feed their body. How important that is, that has no doubt. Yet, they feel this longing sadness and aren’t aware their soul is starving until the near end. So I ask, were they truly fed?

Artists signed into lucre corporations are grapes whose creative juices never take breaks—they flow to think outside of the box until they dry into raisins. 

I am a fruit cake walking into a ‘Party Beverage’ my co-workers Boston Cream Pie and Gingerbread Truffles invited me to go. But as I am here, I notice the Espressos, Cappuccinos, and Lattés are only stirring up sweet conversations with Boston and Ginger. So I decided to go up to a glass of eggnog and express, “hello, are you enjoying the party?” They sass back, “I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth and you just leave a bad taste in mine,” and stroll away to where the Coffees are. Without telling my coworkers, I silently go home crying until the moisture within my bread turns stale.

Our mom is brown plantains handing us vitamins, minerals, and nutrients to give the most health anyone could have ever done. But their color is talked down upon due to not being yellow, even though she’s the sweetest of them all. 

My sister is a cacao wearing a hard shell even jokes can’t crack up. Perhaps, we’ll never get to see the cocoa beans who live inside her spirit grow into a beanstalk with leaves as fun sized candy bars. 

I’m licorice on chocolate hard candy floors covered in watermelon toxic wastes. I “twist slowly in the wind” near an open window raining crybaby berry tears. Eventually, I turn into Twizzlers where dust lands close to bite me until my Bleach Soul Candy has completely eaten out of existence. 

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