The Body Fills

And I, her big sister, I make enough for the room to eat Enough room to eat My aunt never ate much I Little Sister never eats much. I. It's easier than you might think But I have so much room to eat. I do I My body fills with bread I sift the flour The crust is warm and soft I'll bake one hour! I bake bread for my boys They look so thin They're like two piles of bones who sit in skin And I remember My duty is to fill And I remember they'll never eat until They eat of me They'll eat of me The meat on me My body fills! My body! Take, eat of me! Mothers are made for feeding We fill, we fill, we fill until we My father comes for bread! Go wash your hands She always serves him first I'll feed my man! And while I wait to serve, he holds me hard If I don't feed him now he'll break my arm The man's a doctor, the man needs to eat He needs he drinks he fucks he eats it all The bread can never sate him- no more bread! I wish that I could cook meat for him instead The meat would fill him, make him whole, give him a body But where's the meat today? I think he knows and he knows it well My family starves for meat, the bread bakes still I hear my mother say "We feed and fill" So I remember the meat that hangs on me And I remember the meat hangs on me; it hangs on me, meat hangs on me! The meat... you'll eat of me