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
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