I came back from elementary 

Hungry from no food at school 

You pointed at a pot of white rice 

Which was two days old 

Staring, judgmental, and cold 

Your eyes met mine 

I felt alienated around you 

My cousin, also of your blood 

Back from preschool 

You immediately got cooking 

A new pot of rice 

Stir-fries, soups, and all 

Did I do something 

to make you hate me? 

Two day-old rice 

I’m a two-day old pot of rice.