You look good, you look well, you've lost weight I can tell
I eat better, I eat less, I ate too much, that's a guess
But they don't know, that I struggle, yes. I struggle yes
I've lost weight, Yes.
I look great, Yes, but last night.. yesterday.. those words were all that filled my plate
I ate nothing
All I hear are acronyms tossed around acrimoniously
GMO MSG GAPS glycemic index
The war against food
This new obsession I can't afford to have
and yet
I wish I could even enjoy half of the food the gentries deem unfit for consumption
Elitist, privileged, white consumption
I've always grappled with food but it wasn't because I hated myself. It wasn't because I hated it. It wasn't because someone else made it.
It is because I now like so many for too long cannot A F F O R D it
I scrape and I save and I waive and I scrounge
But my lunch is my last, for today
Just a bite, just a munch
Those who waste do not want, and those who wish, just to taste
Just a bite of that food you have called a culinary disgrace
To my hungry face
Here, take your almond flour focaccia
lined with kale dipped in liquid aminos sandwich
of which
Most of your peers [have access to]
To deride and jeer and chide
Is it vegan
It is low GI
Is it cruelty free
It looks like damn food to me
And yet you gentry don't see
All those just wanting to eat
Something, anything
