By Brittany Sabatino

Food deserts,
Seek the water
Of whole foods,
Farmers markets,
And rezoned minds.

Despair sits waiting,
In the bottom,
Of every bottle
At a liquor store.
When organic foods,
Are really needed to feed,
The hungry heart.

Communities burn,
In redlined isolation.
Hearts are destroyed,
With complete desolation.

Nourishment needs to be soul deep.
Deeper than skin tone,
Deeper than backgrounds,
Deeper than stereotypes.

An unassembled puzzle,
We struggle towards wholeness.
Unity is the base of community,
If we do not grow together,
We will fall apart.

Peace is only found,
When the pieces of you matter,
To becoming wholly me.

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