A fridge full of history
Refrigerate the memories
Pictures depict the shifts through time
Some timeless shit
The flicks freeze the families
Forget yearly engagements
We got a family tapestry
Taped up
So the future can view me
After me
After we
Left what was one called our being
A photo album
Five feet tall
Die-cast
Or
Iron....
Like our will..
It shows our struggle
it is where we paste the monthly bills
its literally an icebox where my heart live...
....
And above
Boxes of what we milk
until our stomachs are filled..
This is God’s refrigerator
This Is God’s refrigerator

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