Joyce’sKitchen

In my neighborhood 
there’s a mother 
to more than 
her daughter she’s 
a mother to 
whomever is hungry 
be they Crips
or Bloods and 
in her kitchen 
on Sunday evenings 
they put away 
their guns and 
differences and eat
I think that
they then realized 
as do I 
that despite being 
enemies on street 
when in home 
and specifically kitchen 
we are indeed 
one big family