Life’s Problem”

Mon, 08/26/2013 - 19:23 -- Liz21

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The P.E teachers at school

Always said, “Get another lap in there!” “Don’t stop moving!”

You struggle and struggle...

Trying to finish strong

But you know that 15 minutes just passed,

And you just failed....

If only you weren’t so out of shape....

If only you had some carrots...

Rather than those hot Cheeto's.

 

Those P.E. teachers....

In the gray, sweat suits.....

Who keeps yelling at their students....

To keep moving....

They never realize.....

That I stopped moving.....

As soon as I got home.

I do my homework.....

Then after I just crash on the big, brown couch....

In front of the big, face right in front of me

That big face in the tiny black screen...

Talking about childhood obesity.

 

Whenever my mom doesn’t want to cook,

We go out....

To that big place with the Yellow M....

And the mouthwatering smell of French fries....

Is just so overpowering,

That I ask for a large.

 

I hear commercials of each item they advertise.....

The fries, the hamburger, the chicken nuggets....

In my 15-year-old self....

I never stop to realize

What those animals go through,

The animals that factories kill....

 

Last year in biology class....

I had to watch a video.....

Reluctantly, I went on-line, and clicked on the link....

It was about where food came from....

As I watched, my morning slowly vanished

As I watched, I became angry....

Because of how animals were treated

Because of what these factories do to them, beating them, torturing them...

 

As we scarf down that delicious cheeseburger....

Making our cravings satisfied,

We never stop to realize....

What these animals went through,

Or why we can’t stop eating?

 

I wonder then...

Why has anyone done something to fix this?

I mean the torture that these animals go through....

Isn’t it enough?

 

To just stop and think....

What these animals do go through...

Before being made in the mouthwatering cheeseburger...

People just buy the food,

From that place with the Yellow M

Or the place named after the King...

They buy their kids the food...

And watch them....

Slowly, eating away their life....

Not listening to their P.E teachers....

 

I wonder then.....

How long would it take....

For people to realize...

We can’t just eat these treats,

But wonder....

How would we fight this obesity?

 

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