Hungry

I never did anything wrong,

but every night I face the angry beast of my belly.

We fight for hours and hours and hours,

Until I finally cave in,

I'm starving.

Momma can't find a job,

And I don't know what a "Dad" is.

So I face my starving belly each night,

Alone and with a tear on my cheek. 

I want someone to help me,

To offer me a hand.

Even just a sandwich,

Would give me hope to stand.

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