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I look down

At my plate

And decide

That the meal

Isn't to my taste

Though looking at

My sister's

Or my parent's

Reveal a delicious treat

Of ravaged meat

Though once wishing to exchange

I suddenly realize

My new meal

Looks all the same

And now that I envy

The one held

By the one neighboring me

I look up

At my friends

Whom dance

And sing

I look up

At my friends

Who are occupied

With other human beings

Whom they kiss

And love

I look to my left

And I look to my right

I look up

And I look down

And all I'm seeing

Are meals

I'd love to have

But can never

Achieve