[Lyric] Cream of Wheat L C (Lucille Clifton)

Lucille Clifton
Cream of Wheat

sometimes at night
we stroll the market aisles
ben and jemima and me they
walk in front remembering this and
that
i lag behind
trying to remove my chefs cap
wondering about what ever pictured me
then left me personless
Rastus
i read in an old paper
i was called rastus
but no mother ever
gave that to her son toward dawn
we return to our shelves
our boxes ben and jemima and me
we pose and smile i simmer what
is my name