like a starving child

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!

just beautiful,

beautiful amounts of italian bread sticks

sitting,

waiting for me

until 

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

however,

middle school

will make a warrior 

out of anyone. 

UNTRUE

UNTRUE

UNTRUE

UNTRUE

UNTRUE

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."

"the pizza?"

"Oh yeah, i had that for breakfast."

i was like a starving child in slumdog millionaire

jai ho