Kumain Ka Na Ba
A table for four set for seven people Leaving vacancies Like empty pews under broken steeples With not enough seats for us to sit and eat We abandon these spaces and sit in front of the TV While Mom is still cleaning I save her a plate And I promise to say grace Without actually believing That He was the one to bring us this food Instead of her and my step dad working a full-time job or two Just to feed all these kids and their best friends too Thinking God is the one to hold us together like glue But that glue is messy and doesn't always stick And instead peels away several layers of dead skin Revealing the fractures of our faults and sins I think to myself I'll never be worth shit Never live up to the kind heart she thought I was born with Now deteriorated by years of bitter resentment I look them in their eyes and I see disappointment I offer my help to clean up a bit She reassures me she's got it Sweat dripping from her brow I wonder what stress i...