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
ate

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.
Impactful.

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.

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Christopher D. Sims

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