Starving
A single mother sits in her house
with four children looking at her with big sad eyes.
starving.
She has no idea what she's going to do about it.
We need a place to sleep.
I used my last to pay the rent.
I have no food in the fridge.
She looks up to the sky and asks God to bless her.
To take the clenching at her and her children's stomachs.
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