Taste
Thousands of years of culture-
one struggle after another-
a different way of life.
Taste
Bringing back a flood of memories-
my senses alive-
my heart raw with exposure.
Taste
The bitter biting flood of remorse;
remembering how wrong I was.
Taste
My salty tears as she replies, "I thank God for everything".
The sentiment is familiar.
Hey all, I'm here in Chicago with some great brothers and sisters. I want to take this back and work on it but I thought I'd share it in it's freshness. This was inspired by a dinner prepared for us by an amazing Iraqi woman. Much love people. Holla if you hear me and if you hear me write and share. We need this community.
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