I as a black man, willing consumed Fried Chicken and watermelon in the same meal.
No i’m not trolling, it was honestly really good. Like the watermelons sweetness complemented the spice. I never slept so good before. I ordered KFC and my roommate just happened to have brought some watermelon and offered me some. I may be an atheist but who am i to deny my sign from god, I knew what must be done.
We need to stop stereotyping food because i missed out on a fire combination for years. My only regret is not adding Kool-aid.
I now know why eve ate the forbidden apple, as to live without knowledge is the same as to not live at all.
Taking bites between the chicken and the watermelon back and forth like newton cradle, for i could not stop what was already in motion.
My ignorance has blinded me, it’s the first time in my life i knew what it truly meant to be lost in a meal.
I was in a maze in my own mind that only my tongue knew the way out.
hatred for disrespecting my bloodline but love for the nourishment that went through body, it was a sick yin and yang.
I wept as I ate, to this day I don’t know if it was the heat of my meal or the blow to my pride.
At some point I closed my eyes but I could still see the meal perfectly. I didn’t want to see the sin my body was committing but still wanted to be loved by the beauty of it all.
I hear your triple wells but before you make a remark, know this. My actions were dictated by mere chance, not instinct.
Anyway I told the roommate, who was white. he said that was the last thing he expected me to do and why the fuck I was telling him of all people that.