Thanks to the Capital Area Food Bank for hosting the Poet-in-Residence program, the first-ever such writer's residency to focus on poetry about hunger.  Award-winning poet, AaronR of Arlington, VA served as the Poet-in-Residence and wrote the poem, My Name Is Hunger. 

Poem by AaronR
My Name is Hunger
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Hello, nice to meet you – my name is Hunger
Not just a craving for a particular taste that makes you wonder
I’m talking about the one that gives you pain when you slumber
The one that has cars packed in both lanes, with people waiting to take a number
This pandemic that we’re under?
That doesn’t bother me
In fact, I’m even more visible due to problems with the economy
This has made me increase
Children can’t go to school so that’s a few less meals that they can eat
Parents are unemployed now so that’s less money they have to make a feast
The world is so greedy that they aren’t looking after the needy
Everyone is not succeeding
Success can be so fleeting
We aren’t even talking about the ability to make money; we’re talking about the ability to be eating
If lack of food is the problem you sow, then me as Hunger, I’m the one reaping
The richest country in the world, so we have the means, but I don’t know what that means?
Together Everyone Achieves More, are we no longer a team?
It’s 2020 and it still seems
That we’re dealing with the same problem that Capital Area Food Bank saw when they started this dream
Now that team
Gives 30 million meals of food away yearly
And it’s still people out here that’s starving dearly
100,000 square foot food distribution site, 450 distribution places, something’s going right
Curbside groceries, food banks weekly, daily, even through the night 
They are doing their job clearly
But in the nation’s capital, where there’s lots of capital
There’s still children starving- I want the rich people to hear me
The poverty people fear me
They have all types of needs, high cholesterol, and diabetes, 
Having food to eat shouldn’t be a privilege but a basic life necessity 
To stop me, it’s no particular skill to it
I’m not sure if people have the will to do it
The resources are available
I’m in every city everywhere you go
If we can make sure that everyone has gloves and a mask around their face
There’s no reason we can’t make sure that everyone has food across  their plate
I’m Hunger, I’m not a matter of what’s wrong or right
While some of you are living the good life
I’m ready to take over somebody who doesn’t know where their meal is coming from tonight
I’m Hunger
So stop me or keep watching me
Continue to affect millions of people as food becomes an unaffordable luxury

This is the video presentation of the poem that AaronR wrote while poet-in-residence at the Capital Area Food Bank:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1EWEHy3WSjQKMJqpnK1HKhN1oFtL-Xy-k/view 
Video by AaronR: https://youtu.be/fG1nAjnHNRs
Aaron's Facebook page is here: https://www.facebook.com/aaronRthepoet4

Please take a moment to read this important post and see the images from across the U.S. that speak to the food insecurity: https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/09/02/magazine/food-insecurity-hunger-us.html

The world’s hunger is getting ridiculous, There is more fruit in rich man’s shampoo than in a poor man’s plate. — Anon.
Growing up I was haunted by the eyes of a hungry child. But the child was usually on the cover of a magazine like the National Geographic, and I assumed the photographer fed the child after the photo shoot. Besides the child was halfway across the world. Hunger didn’t exist in America I fooled myself.
This week on the front page of the NY Times was a little girl with those same haunting eyes of hunger. But the young girl wasn’t in some far away place, she lived right here in USA a victim of the poverty brought on by Covid.  While our leaders try to convince us things will get better and don’t worry because the stock market is at an all time high they turn a blind eye to the haunting eyes of hunger.
No society can call itself moral if its children starve. If we do anything on a daily basis we must turn the haunting eyes of hunger to the bright eyes of a full stomach.

The original post appeared here.