M&M’s in May
Candy isn't always good for you.
Scientist say sugar activates
the same area in the brain as cocaine.
Sounds insane but we can't blame the facts.
This whole country got
a sweet tooth if you ask me,
and we all got that one candy that's to die for,
so like addicts we ravish sweets
until we appease our habits.
I remember as a kid one summer
I was eating Skittles,
trying to solve the riddle
of why a rainbow littered my palm
before a handful turned to a mouthful.
It wasn't until years later I solved it,
watching a commercial of two coloreds,
who were sometimes nutty,
boast about how they melt in your mouth
and not in your hands.
My to die for was then born...
Until my to die for died
when I outgrew being little
and another riddle triggered me.
Trigger's have a weird way
of showing themselves.
They hit the hardest when
they show through ironies.
In the same space where people feel
candy is to die for,
another feels their country is to die for...
Literally.
And they do.
Traveling to far places
to keep their country safe.
Maybe not deep in the Milky Way
like Space Precinct,
putting alien terrorist behind Mars Bars,
but places where seeing Warheads is normal.
Where they face a Rocky Road with each step
and prayers aren't sent to God
asking for Life Savers but instead
for strength for the ones who'll miss them.
A prayer to not make their death
turn their offspring to Sour Patch Kids.
There's no Payday that can equal
the loss of someone you never expected
to see in a box.
Mothers don't care about being Cry Babies
when they get that knock on the door
and see servicemen who're not their child
standing on their porch.
As she cries you can feel the pain,
hear the pain, see the pain,
even smell the stench of pain,
as if it produces Musketeers.
God has to be a guy.
There's no way a woman
would go for the irony of M&M's in May.
Allowing Mothers & Memorial Day
to fall right after the other.
No more Kisses given on one one day.
A reminder to remember two weeks after.
That's an ache that's felt Now and Later.
There's no breaks in heartache,
life isn't like a KitKat,
where being separated is enjoyable.
Life is like M&M's, and M&M's
melt in hands in the summer
because mothers, in misery,
have melted in many hands
not just in May, but everyday.
And it will continue as long
there's a country to die for.
That's why every time
this holiday swings our way
I always make sure to take a moment
and remember not just the fallen,
but those who have melted in misery
in the hands of others because their
country's war has broken a bridge.
I may not be able to
mend the bridge to joy
but Almond Joy
one sweet word at a time
to the families of the fallen,
if that's what it takes.
Because even Life can get cavities
if we aren't paying attention
to what we ironically feed it,
like Memorial and Mother's Day in May.
That type of candy
won't ever be good, for anyone.
Especially when there's something
to die for.