Phenomenal Fiber

January 14, 2008

Sugary cereals wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not sweet or built to suit childish boy’s over-eager buds
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the shape of my grains
The span of my piece,
The roll of my spill,
The curl of my tubules.
I’m High Fiber Cereal
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal Fiber,
That’s me.

I flow into a bowl
Just as cool as you please,
And too famished,
Fellows stand or
Fall down on their seat.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the clarity of my box,
And the smooth of my brown,
The tussle in my bag,
And the joy in my heft.
I’m High Fiber Cereal
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal Fiber,
That’s me.

Hunger itself has wondered
What it sees in me.
It tries so much
But it can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show it
It says it still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the crunch of my bite,
The health of my serving,
The fiber of my spoonful,
The grace of my price.
I’m High Fiber Cereal
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal Fiber,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my top’s not torn.
I don’t fall or roll about
Or have to rustle real loud.
When you see me pouring
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the sweet of my taste,
The slight of my sweet,
the fill of the bowl,
The need of my grit,
‘Cause I’m High Fiber Cereal
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal Fiber,
That’s me.

-Maya Angelou

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