Beneath the Label
In every bite, a silent test,
A gamble cloaked in casual jest. While others feast without a care, I scan, I question, I prepare.
A smudge of sauce, a crumb too near-
Can spark the storm I always fear. An itchy throat, a swelling tight,
The blur of sound, the blur of light.
A life where food becomes a guess, A daily dose of cautiousness.
Where menus read like riddled threats,
And “Are you sure?” breeds quiet sweat.
Friends don’t see the weight I bear,
The coded math of “Don’t you dare.”
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It’s not a trend, a quirk, a whim,
But life lived always on the brim.
A party plate, a kiss, a touch the world is beautiful-and much
Too sharp sometimes. Too blind, too fast,
To notice when I hold my gasp.
But in this body, I’ve grown wise,
To listen sharp, to read the skies.
A thousand “No’s” to stay alive,
A stubborn will, a need to thrive.
So if I flinch or walk away,
Know it’s not fear that makes me stray.
It’s power, too, to choose to flee, And fight for space to safely be.
