Diabetic Inequality

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