Lucille Clifton - Cream of Wheat lyrics

Cream of Wheat sometimes at night we stroll the market aisles ben and jemima and me they walk in front remembering this and that i lag behind trying to remove my chefs cap wondering about what ever pictured me then left me personless Rastus i read in an old paper i was called rastus but no mother ever gave that to her son toward dawn we return to our shelves our boxes ben and jemima and me we pose and smile i simmer what is my name