S-u-g-a-r
“You’re splenda–
FAKE sugar!”
The sister retorts.
Starbucks sitting,
Seeing
The youth of America
With
Brownies, frappuccinos,
Sitting at laptops,
With phonez
Ipadsz
Headphones
N’ things,
Wondering where all
This frenzy
Anxiety
Mood
Has come from?
The teacher asks
You to sit still,
How could you?
Possibly?
If you sucked on
A sugarcane plant
It’d all be okay
Natural—
Even.
But this dose
The body can’t recognize
Or handle.
“Reacting”
Is all we can do.
Cringing,
Crazing,
Malfunctioning,
Then medicating
With another ‘frap
To get on through
The overstimulation
And anxiety.
Confusion—
That was inevitable.
The only thing worse
Than sugar
Overdose
Are those fake
Sugar substitutes.
The ones trying to
Solve the problem
By substituting
The stimulant
Without confronting
The real problem–
User error.
Overdose.
Not getting at the
Heartache
Root.
To my sister,
I say: touchè!
Thanks for being
Willing
To say the cold, hard truth.
I’ll repent from all my
Fake sugary,
Splenda-ish ways
That I fooled myself with
For far too long.
