Eat.Eat.Eat.5 months ago in Free Verse
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But I am.
Okay, maybe I skipped a meal or two.
But my mama is too busy with my dad,
while his anger grows; my portion of food shrinks.
"Its gonna be okay", doesn't fill my hunger for love.
If I can't have love then,
no food will fill me up either.
The food will fill up the toilet instead,
scraping the "fatty" steak away from me.
The knife scraping the food makes me feel in control,
flushing it is practically worth what a hug would do.
I leave crumbs on my plate,
an aliby for my crime.
I walk past my mom, and
smile a load of lies.
I'm eating and smiling, "stress" doesn't bother this girl....
But I can say, I am not okay.
I can't even imagine when I will be.