She was sitting on the floor,
Trying to not gape at the food she has been given.
Trying to swallow the ache in her throat
The ache to cry hard….
How long has she been starving?
Working like a dog for endless hours…
Getting paid for the amount people spend on a single cloth.
As she tries to pick up the fork…
She remember her mother.
The tall, indépendant, confident woman
With no food in her stomach she stood straight up
Facing the world with no slight itch.
Died while trying to fight for her life.
“And so will I….
And so will my daughter…”
She pushed the food and bursted into tears.
How much more struggle does she need to go through?
To prove God she is brave, that she deserves all
All that everyone has.
Love, money to eat, and clothes to wear.