Clean Your Plate I remember my mother saying, “Clean your plate, there are starving children who would love to be in your shoes.” I would sigh and eat my peas. Now an adult, her words echo in my head. To waste food seems an act of hate; so many crying for a meal. facing a true hunger, I have never had to feel. My oven warm from baking, even during summer, loves to feed people, The Italian heritage in my blood would like to feed the world. But I cannot set a table large enough to nourish all the starving. I cannot feed the world alone. This is a suffering we all own. Our future depends on building a human infrastructure, that cares about basic needs. Let us be hungry for change, until malnutrition is a problem of the past. Click to listen to the poet read the poem. Brittany Sabatino is an Italian-American poet working in the Washington, DC area. She has also been published by Thirteen Myna Birds, Scarlet Leaf Review, Dyst Literary Journal and is a contributor in several poetry anthologies, including Spilled Ink, Train River Publishing, and In the Midst. Right now, she is working on refining spoken words skills and participating in virtual poetry open mics schedule permitting.
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