HUNGER
One piece of bread a day
Was all I had Sometimes,
I would break it in half
Sometimes, I could make it toast
My children's bellies full
My stomach churning
I drank water
To calm the burning
I had more than most
Reminding myself of those
Who have a handful of rice
Once a week
They know fear
They know pain
They know hunger
Far better than I ever could
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