Trigger Warning- Description of Hunger
Why don’t they just work for food, ignorance asked, as we looked at those suffering from pangs of hunger,
Even for those who had just had a meal, but it wasn’t enough was it?
Because work isn’t readily available for everyone, logic answered,
But empathy steppeda in, shushing logic,
And told ignorance a story she would never be able to forget as long as she lived.
“Remember burning with that fever, my darling?
When we shivered and shook and cried and pucked?
Were we able to work then?
No, but we had to give ourselves grace- for none can work when sick, when physically not in a place to exert,
Now connect the dots, my love, it’s time to grow,
When the sick can’t work, how can we expect the hungry to?
With no energy, with no creativity being churned by their heads,
Nothing. Nothing…
But the drive of food, groaning and grumbling in their stomachs?
How can we expect them to last as long as an able-bodies, fully-fed person?
Some can, and that’s magical, that’s tenacious, yet it’s not everyone’s reality
Should people have to work when hungry? How’s that fair?
The world forces us to, and some of us can,
But in the fight for a better world, remember that sick girl we were,
And extend that self-kindness everywhere you can without hurting yourself.”
Ignorance- nah- understanding sat down,
And creativity came rushing out.
A poem was penned that day. A poem you just read.
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