Because I’ve known hunger
Been among those who go to eat among strangers
Taking whatever food was offered and the chance to sit down
Because I’ve known hunger
Been among those who walk the streets in thrift-store coats
Wishing desperately for a cup of hot coffee and the chance to sit down
Because I’ve known hunger
Been among those who get blamed for this and all our other lacks
Wanting to tell our stories and the chance to sit down
An empty belly gnaws at your hope in the future.
The hard trudge through wintry streets lacerates your ability to breathe here and now.
The dirty shame impoverishes your cling to self-worth.
What price do you pay, and it’s harder than ever.
I’d put benches everywhere. For a start.
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