Hunger pangs

interrupting my slumber.

Wander

into the kitchen

& wonder

Where’s the food?

Wake all the way up.

Reality,

playin’ tricks on my mind.
I cringe

because there’s not food in the fridge.

I’m sick of being hungry,

An excuse to fast.

Which I should be doing anyway

because the food didn’t last.

Hunger makes me contemplate.

Money on the EBT card,

food on my paper plate

in a couple of weeks.

Children in Africa stomachs bleed.

Hungry all their lives.

I just want to cry

because I know what hunger feels like.