The thing about being a bread is that no one will ever think that you have feelings.
Once in a while people will admired how you and your fellow comrades are neatly stacked on the supermarket shelves but no one will ever know how the polythene wrapping is stangling you.
You dont have a long span, the longest you can live is seven days, but this is none of your worries for you know sooner or later someone in a rush will snatch you off the shgelf. Someone who cannot even spare a minute to look at your expiry label. Someone who will not even hear your slices shift with worries knowing their short life will come to an end.
You don’t even have enough time to say goodbye to your fellow breads as you are carelessly thrown in a trolley next to the toiletries. “Who puts foodstuffs and toiletries together!”
Sometimes the cashier may treat you with respect as he searches for your serial number but most are the times that he even won’t look at you twice.
Being a bread you have to know your worth and appreciate yourself for no one else will. You know how full you make people and you are also conscious of how this fills you with emptiness, literary.
No one will ever respect your personal space as you are tightly packed with other stuff in the shopping bag.
However being a bread is not as bad as I make it sound. You sometimes feel affection as margarine is smeared on you.
You get to enjoy the fragrance of the peanut butter as it is intricately smothered all over you.
Sometimes you enjoy the slippery and sugary jam that you consider your lipstick.
In bread world we have all these similarities with the human world. For instance just like most humans don’t like being the first or last in queues, slices don’t like being the first or last for most people wont take them. Just like humans we experience stress and when this happens our word crumbles and that’s why they are called breadcrumbs.
To a bread, religion is making people full and the mouth is your god; you worship it but you don’t know how much it hurts you. You are always praying that to get heaven, the stomach, but you don’t know how it looks or feels. You just believe it is the best for you because your predecessors believed it too.
The worst that could ever happen is you missing your golden ride to heaven, incase of this you risk going stale and expiring which is our hell.
I would have wished to tell you how heaven feels but no I don’t know. See, no bread ever made it out of the mouth alive and those who did not talk for the rest of their lives. I think this is because of the magnificence of the mouth.
You humans may consider being a bread mediocre but you forget we come from almost the same source as your wine and alcohol.
You may wonder how a bread survives all these tribulations but to find this out you have to save me from this shelf. I have esteem issues and all these people blankly looking at me makes me freak out.
Did I tell you how most bread winners don’t buy bread? I feel used