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Hunger Its green eyes glint as it tears bellies with sharp claws. Some people fall its teeth sunk deep into flesh. Some people beg for just a drop. Some people gorge but they keep it for themselves. They don't know hunger's green eyes the pain of the claws. BIO: Chloe is a seventh grader at Booker T. Washington Middle School.
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Chatter in the Loud Lunchroom Chatter in the loud lunchroom. Everyone has food. Quiet in the sad room. Everyone is hungry. Chatter in the loud lunchroom. Food is eaten, wasted, and shared. Quiet in the sad room. Nothing changes. People in the loud lunchroom, Finally notice the people in the sad, Quiet room. Chatter in the loud lunch room. There is no longer a sad room. The narrative has changed. BIO: Born and raised in NYC, 11 year old Leela loves playing the guitar, singing, ice skating, and writing.
I am not hungry I have had enough to eat My mom is hungry  Devin is an avid enthusiast of nature, flying, music, food, and friends among many other things. He enjoys discovering new thought provoking activities and loves reading. He is most proud of being a good friend to those he is closest to.
The Last Grape Walking into the grocery store All that beautiful fruit What happens if it doesn’t sell? Does it go down the garbage shoot? What happens if you do that every day? At supermarkets, school and at home too Before throwing food in the trash What else can we do? Think about all the people that food could feed Let’s get that food to people in need! Bruised apples and strawberries and funny looking grapes Make sure you check those expiration dates Composting is something that’s easy to drive I started doing it when I was five Local grocers, farmers, or a restaurants grill Just because it didn’t sell doesn’t mean it should wind up in a landfill So become a food donor; it’s good for the planet You’re never too old to start a good habit Let’s fight food waste, let’s start something new For a greener planet, for me and you. Skip to 20:20 for poem reading. Bio: Sloane is a 2nd grader who has always cared deeply about ingredients, eating healthy and food waste. She encourages her family to do the same, to recycle and even compost when we can. She loves to read, write and has encouraged friends at school to also give thought to their food and avoiding food waste.
Budae Jjigae “Should I make budae jjigae?” My dad asks and I always answer “Of course!” No need for two bowls. Just one big hot pot of fiery red stew Is enough. We dip our metal spoons in As the steam fills the air, Fogging up my glasses. I can’t see clearly, But I can feel the warmth. I feel the warmth. The piping hot stew boils. A bite from the juicy savory meat, Leaves a big smile on my glistening face. The mouth-watering spiciness from the red kimchi Makes me reach for a tall icy glass of water. Slurping the curly hot long noodles with my dad beside me, Causing my mom to scold us from the mess we made. Our family comes together in making this The warmth filling not only our stomachs But our kitchen and lives as well. Taking advantage of the life I have, Not realizing how moments like this, Are precious for people in need. The lives of many are filled with hunger, Where families are unable to eat together, Where the parents sit and watch, Saying “I’m not hungry” to distract. The food which connects, Unable to reach the families in hunger, Unable to bring warmth Of comfort and safety. The special warmth of a shared meal.  As a sophomore attending the Culinology Program at Bergen Tech High School in New Jersey, I've learned about how to make food as well as the science behind it. Taking food science classes helped spark a deeper interest in the topic of food, even leading me to write a research paper for the World Food Foundation on the topic of food scarcity in North Korea. At the WFF forum hosted by Cornell, I gained new insights into hunger and food insecurity throughout different countries.
I Don’t Know I don’t know how to help, I’m only a bit over 10 right now, But oohhh, the poor and the neglected of the world. Look at these eyes staring wide into the sky, with no tears left to cry. All of the food going in the can and down the drain, these people suffer in true pain. Some people have futures as bright as the sun, these people have zero, slash, none. Practically nothing to their name, so if you don’t try to help, who would we have to blame? ---------------------------------PONDER---------------------------------- So many medical problems, statisticians can’t keep a true tally, Better nutrition and education would not seem so shabby. The people in poverty have no convenience, life so hard and real, These people are so weak, they even can’t properly heal. It would make their world if you do your best to stop their suffering, They might even live a better life for themselves, and others, with deeper meaning. My name is Andrew Skirpan. I am 10 years old and in the 5th grade. My hobbies are baseball, piano, math, chess, and coding. I am a high academic student and in a lot of organizations and clubs both in and out of school.
The hungry boy I am hungry, neglected and wild, I am an unwanted poor child. A crowded, dirty street is my abode, Ravaged by buzzing mosquitoes, and croaking toads. Food is all I crave for My stomach is dry, and my eyes are sore. Don’t revoke my right to exist Hunger and food in a magnetic tryst, A fire that has deluged me in captivity, And, tested my patience and ability, Now craves to extinguish eternally, Externally and internally. Bathing in the depths of despair, Under the blanket of poverty, I wear, The seesaw of starvation and fatigue, Swings my skeletal physique, I battle to swim through this pain, And, shatter the hunger chain. Through pain and sadness, In incessant madness, Humanity stares at me, Impelling me to be free, Helping hands reaching out, Carrying smiles throughout. Hugs draped with love and compassion, Where humanity trumps over unjust reasons, My empty plate now full of food, Convinces me to believe in good. In humanity, my soul finds a new home, And God whispers, ‘’you’re not alone.”  I am Aarna Pandey, student of grade 7 at Lancers International school, Gurgaon, India. I am deeply concerned and passionate about climate change and the United Nations sustainable development goals. My works aims to create awareness about these crucial issues. I have participated in many online workshops that discuss workable solutions to these global problems.
I dream I dream to stand proud and tall, And, witness a world with zero hunger for all. I dream to see children playing in soil, That is rich in minerals, iron and oil. I implore the citizens to hold hands, From nearby towns to distant lands, And Support our farmers, our real heroes, To achieve the goal of the mighty zero. Chasing the winds that blow from the west, Waking the crops from slumber and rest, The clouds that sail on the ocean of sky, A vision I could forever behold in my eye. The farmers toiling in the blazing Sun, For us, to feed on rice and bun, Paddy fields dancing to the songs of winds, Freeing the misery from our minds. A world where nobody sleeps without food, And, children dance with happy mood. From Asia to Africa we stand as one, And, share our resources until our goal is done. A Hunger Free World With trepidation, I walk through crowded lanes, Beggars with empty bowls and endless pains, Starved and wretched in harrowing nights, Helpless and hopeless, I watch their miserable plight. Why should they beg for a morsel of food? Have they never done any good? Is hunger a curse reserved for the poor? And, the rich sit atop opulence and grandeur. The fallacy of equity rings in my ears, The empty stomachs drenched with tears, Will this colossal gap ever be bridged? Among the poor, and the rich. Beautiful eyes, submerged in excruciating pain, Unspoken horrors, words can never explain, People fighting over a sack of grains, Clenched with indestructible hunger chains. The planet and its resources belong to all, Then, why don’t we break the inequality wall? Food is a necessity for our race to survive And, yet we keep fellow humans deprived. The chain of hunger must be destroyed, A global issue we can no longer avoid, Zero hunger begins with zero wastage, This message must be advocated on global stage. United, we can extinguish the fire of hunger, And, make our planet a heavenly wonder, Where mindful and sustainable cultivation is observed, To alleviate hunger, a goal well-deserved.  I am Aarna Pandey, student of grade 6 at Lancers International school, Gurgaon, India. I am deeply concerned and passionate about climate change and the United Nations sustainable development goals. My works aims to create awareness about these crucial issues. I have participated in many online workshops that discuss workable solutions to these global problems.
El Agua Original Version in Spanish Veo el agua caer del cielo Todos se miraban como lo vieron Estaba Limpia y Puro Algo que nadie hubiera visto Como si estuvieran asustados Lo miraron, mucho mejoraron Como Mucha gente me decía Salvemos el mundo si o si El agua que tomamos es fácil de encontrar Pero el agua limpia no la encontraras Agua Sucia, que te vayas No te queremos mas aqui Porque así nos ensuciaras Al Planeta y a mi Lo bueno que recuerdes Es que no estás solo Juntos mejoramos y un lindo planeta viviremos Agua Agüita como un buen niño te prometo que no te fallare Yo me comprometo a defenderte Así Como Pasan los días Es un dia bueno para hacer una diferencia Cada gota de agua cuenta La gente no tiene conciencia Y lo que hacen es malgastar Llegara un dia de sequía Que Dios nos favorezca, y nadie más Levantate gente, levantate Es hora de reunion Porque nuestro mundo necesita acción Water English Version I see the water fall from the sky They all looked at each other as they saw it It was clean and pure Something that no one would have seen like they were scared They looked at it, much improved As many people told me Let's save the world yes or yes The water we drink is easy to find But you won't find clean water Dirty water, go away We don't want you here anymore Because then you dirty the planet and to me The good thing you should always remember is that you are not alone Together we improve and a beautiful planet we will live Water water like a good child I promise you that I will not fail you I promise to defend you As the days go by It's a good day to make a difference Every drop of water counts people have no conscience And what they do is waste There will come a day of drought May God favor us, and no one else Get up people, get up It's meeting time Our world needs action  My Name is Aby, and I have been inspired to take action on the water is life project as it is a worldwide problem around the world I have chosen to make a poem in spanish.
Nothing. Slobber and swallow until your stomach is full of sweet, sweet nothing. Like millions each year, try to please your craving with diluted, polluted “food” As others claw for buried scraps we dump perfection just out of reach Our speech could teach these friends in need, yet wonderful ideas of Agroecology, One Health, and micronutrients are unheard of. Let’s be the social change and rebalance the tipped scales of history Let’s eat Iron, Zinc,and Vitamins to work hard and feel good Why is this a dream and not life itself? The answers are locked away. Kept exclusive in privileged classrooms with students taking notes on others suffering staring at a screen half asleep and frigid to the door of opportunity. We shut it closed and walk away only to brush off, “Poor them” And leave once the clock runs out.  I am a Sophomore at UC Davis studying food science. One of my hobbies is creating musical projects with my sister, that you can find here: teamchillamix.wixsite.com/chillamix
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