“My Sista!”

I wrote this poem after eating a bucket of popcorn and unsuccessfully trying to remove a kernel from between my teeth with my tongue.

It reminded me of the days when I'd be peacefully strolling through the streets of Zimbabwe or South Africa, only to be interrupted by a loud, "sista!" from a guy hanging out the passenger's side of his best friend's ride, trying to holla at me.

So in this case, the Tongue is the guy (aka Scrub) and the popcorn kernel is me (and anyone else who has had to suffer through this), just trying to live peacefully and mind my business.