By Ethel D. Mack
Hunger is like a disease eating
away at you and your interior organs,
leaving you with little self-control.
While you’re slowly deteriorating
you start to drift into a stage of
weakness, as the pains of hunger
start to take its toll.
Hunger is not something you
practice or preach.
Hunger is not something we try
It falls amongst us one at a time.
It sneaks up on us as though
we’d committed a crime.
But there is always someone trying
to point you to a way of hope, love,
and some tender care.
(Because) knowing, as well as I do,
that hunger is not a joke, because
having this pain is too much for one
Not aware of the fact that there
are people, places, and things to help you survive.
Being hungry puts you in a lost
place; the only difference is now you’re
trying to stay alive.
This poem originally appeared in the Fall 2013 Issue of The Wall Newspaper