canned goods

On November 4, 2017

a poem by [keenon]

A mother and two kids struggling with money causes the mother to work endless night and day shifts which means the kids are going to school with empty lunch boxes. Their stomachs growl as loud as a bear. They live in a shed behind an abandoned home with no windows and no light, dirt as their floor and a sheet as a door. The only warmth they have on cold nights is each other. As the sun goes down, the only entertainment they have is their imagination. The only food they eat is the food the mother steals from work, such as canned goods. This is the only life they have ever known.

 

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