Genetically Modified


Leaving Hawaii after 36 years 

felt like stepping off Everest.

A plunge into free fall.

I trusted my DNA to save me.

Unaware in the ‘90s, 

I became part of the experiment. 

By 35, I had an autoimmune disease,

new to my family.

Hypothyroidism,

an autoimmune disease, 

linked to GMOs and sugar

were dismissed by the family doctor.

Like everyone else,

I had rationalized the altered food as safe.

My stomach wouldn’t burst

like bugs on toxic corn.

After all, 

I was genetically strong

like Dad.

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