Aaron hasn’t eaten for the whole day. It is now minutes to 11 at night, and while he certainly can let this Thursday be just another day he goes without eating, he’s come up with something he can slap together. He heads downstairs.

There’s bread, leftover fried fish, and eggs in the fridge. He decides to put three eggs to a boil, get the fish ready to be warmed in the microwave and start toasting the bread in a pan. The eggs are ready, the fish is warming in the microwave, and the bread is heating in the pan.

Then his stepmother walks into the kitchen.

“You that bread isn’t ours to use, right?” Death blow one. The bread goes straight to the trash.

She looks to Aaron’s plate and sees the three eggs. Death blow two.

Aaron knows what’s coming. He begs for mercy. He points out this is only meal for the day, how will just one piece of fish and two eggs suffice? Mercy is not given.

His stepmother yells at him for making three eggs.

“You know that your father doesn’t want you eating three eggs”.

“Don’t make me call your father downstairs”. It goes on and on. Aaron asks if he should throw out the eggs.

“No, you already cooked them”. Yet he’s still being threatened to have his father called downstairs.

Gil Scott-Heron asked “Who will survive in America?” Aaron wonders how he can survive in this household. He should’ve just starved.