Hunger

A poem I wrote about hunger; a woman acknowledges that she's hungry but then her concerns shift to the starving people in the nation and worldwide...

 

It was a late night and I was out on the prowl

I felt a little faint, my stomach began to growl

So hungry and broke, I haven’t made it home

Lost for words on this verse so I write, “poem”

A woman walks by and I adore her neck bone

My insides are burning, turning, I think my ribs touched

I usually eat a lot but today I haven’t ate much

I could eat a burger, drink some Pepsi, then have some cake

[On the cake]-rainbow sprinkles, white frosting, it’s freshly baked

Where will I get a penny, a quarter, a dollar; someone holla!

So I’m walking and walking and walking on my way home

I thought about the poor man in the NYC subway singing on the microphone

He sang loud, proud, off beat, he never weeped

As I pondered the poor man, my hunger subsiding, I continue to stroll down the street

I think of all my blessings, I’m grateful, now flustered from my thoughts within

Goodness, we still live in a world where adversity and hunger is prevalent

Children and families starved on a daily basis in this wealthy nation and worldwide

The hunger plague looked over, cared for blindly, the same way the tsunami came with a huge tide

My thoughts run rapidly and I notice I’m closer to home

If I had a lifestyle filled with riches I’d write a bill to end world hunger on chrome

And just like that another issue resolved

I made it home, content with my thoughts, my starvation dissolved

Reviews

[Dawn]

I do this exact thing! It's nice to see something different. I think this poem would be much better heard than read.

[E. M. Murren]

Hunger on many levels explored here gracefully. I like the transitions... very flow of consciousness. Wonderful work. Many cheers.