My dads a grocery store overachiever
But I’m no one to judge a consumption based self esteem
It’s just harder than it seems,
Keeping up kitchen appearances as a sad story waiting to happen
When I see the holy way she looks down at me and my plate full of nothing
From a bowl of oil and a side of peas
Inside I scream
And stare back and say, like what you see?
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Author:
A.J (Pseudonym) (
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