I wake up in the morning with no one to hold me, no one beside me.
No one is waiting for me downstairs.
No one strokes my bedhead, no one kisses my forehead.
No one gazes into the windows to my soul, my weary, watery eyes.
No one throws open a window to let in the sun.
No one cooks a breakfast banquet for me.
I empty every cabinet, trying to fill my empty stomach.
There is never enough. It is never enough.
I know I will go hungry again today, & tomorrow, & the day after that.
I am emaciated. I want to be emancipated.
Hungry, hungry, hungry, always.
The pangs of hunger pain me.
It never leaves, it never leaves.
And fulfillment never comes.
