The New America: botan rice candy

I can still taste the sweet lemon drops and the salt water taffy that I used to have.

Now all the candy store offers is Botan Rice Candy.

Supermarkets offer groceries from rice to dumplings to noodles.

The children bow to their grandparents

They study from morning to night.

Their teachers chastise them.

My forks and knives and spoons lay in the back of my drawer, covered in dust.

Wine has been replaced with green bottles of beer.

We share our food from one plate, in the center of our kitchen table.

Milk now comes in rectangular packages.

Religion has changed, so has the President.

Supposedly this is America, but I think we live in China.