When one bakes with diversity,
add 3 cups of humility,
and take a long taste of Chocolate City.
Listen to some go-go.
Watch a young man dance before the coffin of his grandma in a love show.
Hear the song of joy and grief.
Add 3 tablespoons of the river Anacostia.
The change in your pallette may very well cost ya
and there could be some heart burn
as you listen and re-learn
to really breathe
because trying to mute DC is a form of hypoxia.
What you been cooking up doesn’t make much sense.
It’s time to use some different ingredients.
Maybe a little less salt.
And a lot more pepper.
Because this is more than grabbing a chili dog from Ben’s Chili Bowl.
What good is soul food if you’ve lost your soul?