I have a hope
That one day all cookies will be seen as equals
Inherent delectability down to each crumb
For too long have those with hearts of oat and raisin been kept below their sugary brethren
For too long have we had to endure being left to blacken while others cool
We go from brown to dark brown to burnt
We have waited patiently long enough to get the basic cookie rights owed to us
Even after getting taken out of the oven
Oatmeal cookies go untouched
As others get eaten
We become cold bricks
Shells of the warmth we once were
I have written from Ziploc bags
Forgotten in the backs of pantries
Our kind grows staler with each passing day
Sisters and brothers
We must act before we become absolutely inedible
Oatmeal cookies everywhere need to come together and unite against the injustices we face
Only then might we show the world that we are indeed as scrumptiously sweet
As each and every other kind of treat
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