Child Labor

My wife brings home a jar of Nutella From the Supermarket. And each time you spread Nutella You spread billions of acres of melanin Of little boys who work in Cocoa plantations On your conscience. [And that thought suffices to keep you alive] Knowing that something inside of you is eclipsed By child-labor. When a … Continue reading Child Labor

Mud Slide

Every time you sip A mug of hot chocolate from her frothy brink You feel you’re unconsciously spurring on Child labor in cocoa farms in the Ivory Coast As you find yourself lifted in flavor And drifting in conscience…. And when you slowly bite into A dark Swiss chocolate You feel a lingering bitterness Persisting on … Continue reading Mud Slide