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Your blind to My Plight
I am hungry
dirty
in pain
can't see
for the dirt
in my face
and yet
i fight.
I fight
for food
to breathe
to somehow
fill the concave
below my lungs
to take a step
for the dirty
children
behind me
in my mud hut
third world living
nothing at all like it
this is real life
wake up
~written because of the awakening i had going to visit my family in Haiti
nothing hurt me more than seeing the friend of my seven year old cousin
leaving their house after asking for a plastic bag to go beg elsewhere
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