today was a long, hard day
i hadn't eaten anything from 6:30am to 6:45pm
working all the way through
i had one soymilk drink
at the end,
i said, it's okay
because when i get home,
maybe there will be food
(uh yeah, the backpack has settled in)
and there was food!
beautiful amounts of italian bread sticks
waiting for me
she came down
with the fattest cream popsicle i have ever seen
i knew my responsibilities as the first born
i should sacrifice my blood,
to feed the younger generation
pray for their health, and safety.
but i had to stand my ground
will make a warrior
out of anyone.
she was not starving
she was full, and gluttonous
born on a silver spoon, covered in godiva chocolate for dipping in coffee
i understood though,
her cry for help.
so i gave it to her, i gave her all the breadsticks. and i said,
"well maybe there's macaroni left."
"Oh yeah, i had that for breakfast."
i was like a starving child in slumdog millionaire