Dance with Food {A Poem}

 
 

Like a weight

so heavy

the flours, the sugars

you take me down. 

Out of my highest source of being. 

ANGER. 

I hate you. I want you. 

You make me feel bad. 

Tired. 

Take me back to bed. 

Or give me more coffee. 

Something to try and climb

back up the ladder to my highest self. 

Full of energy. 

CREATIVITY. 

Save me, 

Someone, something.

You’ve had control 

since I was a child. 

No more. 

I win. 

Medicine.

Be my source, my light, my fuel. 

My drug that heals. 

Be green. 

Make me high.

Take me to my power. 

Power with you. Power over you. 

Be true, food. 

It's my mood. 

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