Frail, Young Girl

It's a blessing and a curse To have both food and drink Filling the cup and stuffing our faces But mindlessly scraping food in the sink I picture this frail, young girl Nothing but weak bones and skin She can't close her eyes right now Saliva dripping from her chin She watches a family from the outside She peers through the restaurant glass Anticipating what scraps she may find When later she digs through the trash I picture this frail, young girl Stunted growth and brittle hair She is knee deep in leftover crumbs Wishing she wasn't right there This young, hungry girl sifers through The sauce, bones, boxes and shame Not sure if others can see her comb this Leaving as hungry as when she first came I picture this frail, young girl She is a grown up now, still hungry