Every night I ate

Something new from my plate

Every night I sat at the table 

While my mom slaved in the kitchen

Every night I sat at the table

And enjoyed the fruits of someone else's labor 

Every night I sat and waited 

Until one day the food never came

Now every night I slave in the kitchen 

This poem is about: 
My family


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