The flavor of the corn milk she gives me is as defined by
its sweetness
As the flavor of the corn grits you gave me was defined by
its salt.
LOVE LIKE AKASAN, LOVE LIKE GRITS
"Good morning," my Manman says,
"My daughter,
pitit fi m!"
Handing me a mug of akasan
Topped with more sugar
Than I put in a day's worth of coffees.
She makes coming in to work feel like
An early Saturday morning at your house,
Makes me feel fed and loved and doted on,
Self-assured and self-apparent,
As if I could be your secret favorite again.