Stealth

When a Dreamer meets Insomnia: Poems from a first gen Unafraid to pick up a pen

Grew up
Fast
In the hood
And a little bit spoiled

In the books like
Matilda
Also a food
Lover

Needed answers for
Why
Something
So
Good
Could be so bad?

Almost a trap?

No, actually a trap.

Actually, a food desert?
It’s truly disrespectful
And completely intentional

When you sit and think about it
They restrict access
To health
And
To wealth

Disgusted by their stealth

They say
Ignorance is bliss
And once you know what you know
There’s no going back

At this point,
Just call that shit out
And know God has your back

Photo by Ivan Karpov on Unsplash

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