Foodie
Childhood me refused all greens
And colorful veggies too
And while we're at it
Let's add fish and most fruits
My mother really didn't know what to do
So that mentally stayed
Till my college days drew near
Dining hall food was all there was
I struggled to eat healthy
The answer was pretty clear
"Just try it" my friends beg
as they shove a salad in my face
I grimaced, I groaned
But eventually I said
"Alright, I'll give it a taste"
To my surprise, but really
Everyone else already knew
The salad was not terrible
Maybe actually good
I knew what I had to do
Now on I eat salads often
And I've learned to love them so
Foods I that won't try now?
Really, there's only a few
My new found foodie-ness
Leaves my family in shock
But what can I say
The transition to college
Really can change alot
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