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My Life is Like Sweet Potato Pie

Day before Thanksgiving
Grandma in the kitchen.
Standing over the stove, pies she is a fixin'.

People ringing the phone
cause her pies are in demand.
She even took orders from the white woman and man.

And there I am just lookin' from afar.
Waiting to help the next person take a pie to a car.

Not fond of sticking my hands in the mix
Rather I wait for the spoon and take my licks.

My life is like Grandma's sweet potatoe pie
Thick and rich
Tasty and sweet
A burnt orange color that makes it complete.

The homemade crust that crumbles around the side
So many people made attempts, they tried and tried.

Just like that sweet potatoe pie,
God's taken me under his wings
Heaven's bells they ring.

Sifted me like flour
Molded me like dough
Sliced and diced me
The potato ready to go.

Strain the juices from within,
no strings attached.
Pies so smooth
That's the secret, that's the catch.

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