Starved Poem by Melanie Emikohe

Starved

Rating: 5.0


I wasn't starving yet
before I saw your plate -
overflowing!
Mine is always empty.

I asked my stomach
if it was alright,
and replied with ease,
'it's full as a bull'.

What is it then,
that grumbles and pouts?
Could it be my eyes?
Gazing and investigating.

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