Empty
The way it made me feel
I could not describe,
I got this sharp pain in my stomach
Then it moved from side to side.
I stood on the corner and watched people pass.
I asked for some change to help,
No one gave.
I had this empty hole in my stomach,
It’s called hunger, I didn’t want it to last.
But no, it did, because I was homeless you see.
I got this way because I couldn’t
Next resort was the trash,
That was the spot; I really didn’t want to be.
I dug and dug, but i still couldn’t find nothin’.
I had this empty hole in my stomach,
It’s called hunger, but it had begun to last.
I went to a kitchen, but they said they were all out, I cried on the inside so they
couldn’t see what I was all about.
I went and sat on the corner,
Then I looked up and saw Him.
He extended his hand,
Then he extended the other one, to help me up.
He took me to Chick-fil-a and paid my way.
A job?
This was the second thing he helped with,
He said, “There is a job opening.”
A smile appeared on my lonely, dark, and dirty face.
I said, “Yes, I’ll love to go,”
Then he spruced me up.
And he took me there.
I got the job,
Because the person saw I had some potential.
I walked out and shouted
Happy, was the way I felt,
I tried to thank the stranger but I couldn’t find him anywhere.
This was the story of how I had an empty hole in my stomach,
it was called hunger, it no longer last.
copyright by Shanaye Hurtt
Copyright © Shanaye Hurtt | Year Posted 2010
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