Desserts
Every bite I take is poison The taste is delicious and filled with temporary pleasures But every time I eat it I know my time limit reduces I see the Rodeo King riding down the beef patty mountain and onto the smoked bacon ground The area is surrounded by the BBQ sand, the grass grows onion ring flowers I take it all in and I could be here for hours and hours.. I could eat this for hours. But I can feel the environment turning on me The sand trying to suck me in, the avalanche of the mountain making its way towards me The cracks in the bacon covered ground started shaking, earthquakes causing the holes to form Everything slows down as I power down For the first time I felt those 1400 calories drag me down And then I look around and I realize the land is empty, it’s all gone. No long term value but just short term fulfillment You see I don’t live near Whole Foods - nah - that’s like 15 miles away There ain’t no Sweetgreen or Great Sage that’s all the way up in Howard County I only have places that prey on my low income status That love to play with my health or lack of it I live in a desert where desserts are our only options And where vultures cash in on our bad financial situations while they keep the poison they feed us in circulation
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Bully
Hunger is a disturbance It discomforts me and lacks sympathy It tugs at my stomach Like a child wanting attention from their mother Then I have to tell to tell it, “wait a second” just so I can focus on my academics The more and more effort I put into this lesson, the more I realize that this pain is not irrelevant So I drop my pencil and unlock my phone and push the Instagram icon to watch “mukbang” videos As I sit and watch energized people stuff their faces with mozzarella-filled corn dogs It makes it easier to imagine satisfying flavor Oh, how I desire the taste of salty cheese and the crisp fried layers covered in ketchup and mustard Oh, how I desire the comfort of a excellently seasoned piece of salmon and asparagus with a side of fluffy mashed potatoes Even when I’m at home, my hunger haunts me and lingers like a ghost When I’m watching TV and “My 600 lbs Life” comes on The unnecessarily obese can binge on 3 course meals to cope and find comfort When I only have a bag of chips in the cupboard to tell my hunger to “shut up and move on to another” See, I can’t get that same comfort nor can I cope with the bully named HUNGER Memories
My mother and I take a trip down memory lane, See the glorious plates of love & peace fade, Replaced with the sounds of hungry bellies growling Nothing could ever be so utmost foul. I remember the days that I'd go without food, Monday Tuesday Wednesday, never good. Friday would be payday, heavenly, food in the fridge. Saturdays maybe Sundays would be my chance, Just to go through Hell all over again. Momma would try and give me all, But I couldn't let her succumb and fall, To the parasite that is money withdrawals, Going to this bill or to that. I couldn't let her starve herself, Just for a child she's raising herself. So I shared the food just meant for me and so we ate the food for today, And tomorrow, and next day, that day. All I now know is a belly so full, What I would give to keep this up too. My pain is no joke, My past is not a memory, Because for some it is the present, And they might always be hungry. |
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