An apology to Durant Food Court: A poem

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Durant Food Court

With your late night hours

And your midnight powers

To turn my days of rotten taste

And my tongue into a dream.


Though sometimes I hear with sad unease

Your name said incorrect —

A label you’d not expect —

Your popcorn chicken is enough to appease.


“Asian ghetto”

That’s what they call you.

But I wish they’d learn to let go

Of the things they’ve been allowed to say.



Dear Durant Food Court,


My apologies for those who have appropriated you,

mistaken you,

mistreated you,

used you,

devoured you,

stereotyped you,

wasted you,

misunderstood you.


My apologies, Durant Food Court.

Contact Justin Dela Cruz at [email protected] and follow him on Twitter at @justindcruzucb.