So, before you read this, let me just say I'm strangely proud of this very short essay. It started off as a rant, but became something else. It will be published in a book full of other peoples work this spring, i believe; still i cant understand how it got accepted, nevertheless less...i am proud.
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I remember the luxury I had when my mother made my own lunches
I felt like she was encouraging me to focus on the more important things in life, than the small pestering things such as lunch making.
The delectable roast beef sandwiches would hug my stomach in complete and total comfort.
I would have nothing else but the same sandwich every day.
My taste buds were simple and happy, they never once complained, with the exception of onions.
But now, oh how I long for the simplicity of my once simple tongue.
Now it is found corrupt among the many different foods out in this evil world.
They have grown to love other things, other tastes, sweet and sour.
Sour indeed. Like a conspicuous lover that roams the busy late night streets, looking for someone new every night.
If only there was a cure, a certain medicine to help my promiscuous tongue.
It all started with the sugar sweetness of candy. Once my tongue fell upon the sugar powdered donuts, candy-coated cereals and chocolate covered peanuts, my mouth was forever changed.
Depression came over my figure from the bitter choices I made in the past.
Curse you, tempting sugar cravings!
I can’t go back to how things were, no, I have no dignity left.
But, alas, I will not give in completely. I still have some self control in this life, I will conquer this or I will die by the doing of my tongue.
