by Monica Hoang
Fresh strawberries and veggies, organic
Meals for my family day and night. But yet
That is just a dream
Open doors to the reality of empty
Calories, empty vitamins, empty proteins,
And empty souls
You wonder why we’re sick and what’s
But you still continued to build more fast
Food places every block, but ask us to eat
Painting by James Davis
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