I always go for seconds

I wish away the many poor

And pray for them at night

In my words I say the kindest things

Avoiding any fights

But positions which I occupy

I never pay no mind

To the privilege I always had

The struggle I can’t find

what fuels the daily crimes abroad

And brings me treats I eat for lunch

is all-too harsh for me to face

I always go for seconds

Your children are hungry, just look at their food

My kids need more gas station sushi

but they don’t like the tuna

and they throw away the ginger

because no one really likes it

It‘s just there to make it pretty

and the many microplastics

come from fish to balls to brains