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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David
6/17/2020 08:51:24 am
Simplly brilliant. Paints a vivid picture in my mind.
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6/20/2020 05:47:32 am
This poem brought tears to my eyes. Lisa painted a word picture of the reality of children who come to school with no breakfast. They are hungry. In many cases they also have no lunch. As a retired educator
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