A Protein Poem (2011)
My Grandma was what you’d call,
A black man cut her in line,
she said he voted for Obama,
she’s really white.
My Grandma’s from Boston,
she doesn’t like spicy food at all,
she is a white, white woman.
Like miracle whip white,
my Grandma threw a toy car at me,
she was really mad at me,
she was awesome.
my Grandma is pretty cool,
I don’t know how,
for being married to my grandpa,
who called strawberry milk “faggot milk.”
my Grandma said,
“if you decided you were a lesbian I’d be okay with it.”
She fell over,
and I had to help her up,
my Grandma took care of me till I was three.
For the last few years of my Grandma’s life,
she tasted pepper in everything,
she was eating chocolate cake,
“is there pepper in this?”
She has this voice,
she smoked forever,
my Grandma took huge bites of your food.
“whats the difference between fat and rubenesque?”
This is a Protein Poem from one of the very first rounds back in 2011. If you remember participating in this poem, comment with your role. We’d love to hear back from you!
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