lunchtime
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I clasp my hands, and begin to pray
It might sound cliché, but food makes my day…
The clock strikes 1 and I run to the kitchen
But wait a line—seriously for the microwave?
I look at my chicken
All over the school walls
"Eat a balanced meal!"
Walk to the cafeteria
Grey chicken
Bruised and rotten fruit
Cookies and Cake
Fast Food
Eat healthy, they say
Just not here.
