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I Sat There


Feeling the grumble from below I continued to sit and wait Another thirty minutes pass An ache begins to form I continued to sit and wait My face scrunched showing pain I continued to sit and wait Noticing stares, we all knew I didn’t belong here The desire to be served as an equal overcomes it all Close to closing, no other patrons left I was served, at the very spot where I sat
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jwiener
Very intense poem, with strong imagery. I could imagine the hunger and pain of the person you described. Keep writing, and check out the "Resources" section for inspiration and ideas!

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