Greasy Whole Foods Bag — A Food Poem

Christopher D. Sims
1 min readDec 8, 2022


Greasy, used, with
consumed baked
goods. Baked goods.
I ate good. Good I

for the sake of
nutrition, sustenance,
protein, power, energy

I need to proceed. Indeed.

At a speed kind of fast
I pass other consumers
to get to a fresh bag for
more food.

And a thought comes to mind:
“I eat at Whole Foods because
most of my (Black) people cannot,
do not fathom it, are not bougie.

Filled bag. Food. Enough.
A blessing. Empowering.

Greasy bag of Whole Foods
goods unlike greasy plates
filled with a mother’s chicken
she bought in the ‘hood

at a less expensive store. I
store these thoughts in my mind,
I pause in time to times the amount

of money I spend at Whole Foods.
Times that by travel, turns, waiting
at the stop light, waiting in line

just to find an empty brown bag
to bag the food I am looking for.

The bag says “This bag is made
from recycled paper.”

I consider the food desserts and
food apartheid People of Color are
experiencing in my city, my town.

In capitalism, and in unaccessible
food costs, we drown

we drown

we drown.



Christopher D. Sims

Writer, performance artist, and activist who writes about racism, anti-Blackness, and human rights struggles. A voice for truth and righteousness.