Bread- A Poem
Bread is the universal language
we speak when breaking free of society’s norms.
We dress it with garnishments
yet revealed but it speaks like poems
On our hearts of still, pain.
This simple fact remains.
Bread is a gift of love.
Hidden from plain sight
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