I’m Hungry The words aren’t spoken They’re said through eyes That watch others eat Longing for a carrot Piece of apple Potato chip Alone by choice They sit Gulp water Devour bread Without protein Always craving more To hide envy They fidget in desks Search backpacks While waiting For recess To begin ![]()
![]() Lisa Reynolds writes poetry and short stories about social justice issues. Her poem, “I’m Hungry” is based on her observations while teaching in Ontario, Canada.
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