Praying To Eat
Sitting in silence
Trying to be patient
After standing in a hot line
For a hot meal
Instead of playing with hot wheels
With memories of being thrown
Into a dumpster
To dive for food as a 3 year old
Before they started bleaching produce to kill us
To protect us from the precious garbage.
We knew we could get sick from it
Do not poison our food to protect us.
This night in church i wonder
Why must I pray for food?
Copyright © Lyra Pendragon | Year Posted 2019
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