Hunger
I can haer my stomach, and feel the pain of hunger,
Yet I don't eat.
I remember your words,
Fat,
Huge,
Lardo,
Pig.
I don't eat.
My mother begs me,
Father carries my lifless body to the car,
My sister is calling my name,
I don't answer,
I can't.
Brother tries hitting me,
It hurts but my eyes just wont open.
My stomach hurts,
Im hungry.
Why am I?
Why am I not used to it?
Everyday for a month,
I skipped every meal,
Every snack.
So why am I still hungry?
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