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206: Please Sir, Can I Have Some More?

We start talking about the news

and my heart starts salivating,

hungry, craving to sink my teeth

into words that heal,

words that feel like water,

words that tie

a hot air balloon to my

bleeding heart and take flight.

I am aching to taste

words like freedom,

words like hope,

words like me too,

words like you are not alone.

Instead they serve us words like

“The case must be overruled,”

and all the women at the table go hungry.

All the women at the table whither to skin and bones

All the women at the table know hunger pain,

and I am left wonder-

is feminism another word for famished?

Will I always be asking-

please sir, can I have some more?

Written by Sarah Speed // Writing the Good

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