brown sludge of unnatural chocolatness

that leaves

my mouth covered in mud like chocolate 

for hours after consuming the galaxy

colored sprinkles so bright

they can only be man made so what 

if it’s fake 

as much chocolate content as smarties

i come from 

a town of drug addicted and 

where we got 

our dolls from dollar store so what

if my American 

girl doll wasn’t perfect and didn’t 

fit the stigma

at Walmart, the worst place to be

the cashiers voice 

a jingle of charm bracelets on a desk

i never knew

i would miss the artificial chocolate 

that wasn’t real

and maybe never from cocoa beans

i attend a 

school that brags about academic

excellence but never

faces the fact 

that we are all depressed 

inside and the little things like cosmic brownies 

make it all better again