Meat, Fish, Corn, Bell Peppers, Gummie Bears

I would pick my chocolate from a box of FREE TRADE chocolate. The filling would be a note that reads, every time you chew a piece of chocolate that is not Free Trade chocolate, you chew on the flesh of a young Ivory Coast teen male. No Chocolate Slavery Chocolate.

Onions. Onions make me cry. And holding back tears makes me cry. And broken tricycles out of context makes me cry. And you, you make me cry when you fall, awkwardly, and laugh at being clumbsy, while your knee bleeds.

Yet, I never cried over 1-800 children. I never cried over sheltered women. I never cried over war maimed babies and refugees. I only share their drought. I want to stand strong beside them and say, "Don't shed a tear, don't you dare. Please take your one arm left and help me up."