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.