malnourished
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Fast food every night might sound ideal to a kid
but it left her often hungry for more.
She'd rummage through half-empty cupboards,
the kithen walls sticky with cigarette tar,
We come from troubled wombs , our homes resemble tombs.
We come from polluted souls , our livess resemble holes.
Empty and devalued , longing for the close.
