hFuAnSgTer
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.
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