Honey nut cheerios trickling down

the edges of my spine

finding the hidden past of those

right on point flapjacks

yea those were simpler time

 Grandmamma used to make it

So

that you would request them for dinner

 I can't imagine my life with it not in them

Honey oats carousing the tail of my skin

Most would say I'm caramel

But on the checklist

 I'm black

 thin as thin

 Prevailed to survive

the beginning

 of the end

that moved left

What would you know if all the secrets were kept?