it's a lot of things on top of mama's refrigerator some old bananas a loaf of bread and a box of raisin bran mama's refrigerator is full of a bunch of stuff if I open the door something is subject to roll out onto the floor I flashback to a time I asked for seconds the pot spoke and said no more I said mama I still hunger mama said drink some water and go to bed I drank from the facet until I had my fill of liquid air mama had a lot of mouths to feed not one missed a meal I'm looking in mama's refrigerator deciding on what to eat leftovers to heat mama got a whole lot of meat snacks and sweets in the refrigerator I recall a time mama scraped dimes together to buy a pack of hot links to fry it wasn't easy but some how mama made a way to get by mama kept hurt inside but I never seen mama cry she kept the tears in her eyes and her struggle behind closed doors as I slather on the mayonnaise I think to myself if only I had known then what I know now I wouldn't've been hard to understand why come I couldn't have another sandwich