Author Paige Turner: Life Pangs

Life Pangs

 

We are starving

The food ran out yesterday

But it’s not our day to get food

My siblings and I cry out,

Our stomachs grumble in pain,

Nothing but dry cereal,

to curve the appetite of the hunger pang

 

We start buggin . . . “What’s to eat, we’re hungry?”

Mama says “Come on, yall know what day we get food!

Food Stamps ain’t till the 9th.”

My head drops low

That’s two more days

My siblings can’t count,

they don’t know how hungry we’ll go

 

Month after month

The same ole story

Binge eating and hunger, our life, our glory

Cupboards rolling deep in food on the 9th

And bare as hell come the 1st

And straight up empty on the 6th or 7th

 

Deserts galore

When we come from the store

Steaks, shrimp, and chicken too

Our first meal on the night of the 9th

We live like kings and queens

With no limits too high

 

But later down the road

Our food is stretched thin

And dinners are gross

 

Hot dogs and chips,

Top Ramen too,

Nobody wanting to eat that day after day

But hunger,

Will force even bad food into our mouths

To fill the need, to stop the pain

 

One day I finally got nerve . . .

 

I asked my Mama why we ate like kings on the 9th

and the poor days later?

She shook her head and said “listen here

I feed ya right, and make your food

Don’t question me, I’m not in the mood.”

 

Still puzzled I couldn’t help but chime,

But why the 9th

Why do we starve and wait for that date?

Less than pleased, that I dare speak

She snapped “my Mama did it, and her granny too

Don’t worry, you’ll get food stamps too!”

 

I grew up on the system

And vowed to leave

I broke the circle and learned to survive

 

Food Stamps . . .

 

I got to much pride

I can hold my own,

I don’t need a free ride

I eat like a king every day of the week

I pay my way,

I need not receive!

 

© Paige Turner

Excerpt form the book “Divided Lines – A Poet’s Stance”


Divided Lines

Foreword . . .

In a world of ever increasing advances seemingly created to make our lives easier to manage, envisioned to bring us together, to draw us closer, we are still in many instances isolated and at odds and validly apart. Something is missing, there is a snag, a rip, a hole in the spiritual fabric that we all see; yet we continue to fail to address.

 It has been said by self-proclaimed philosophers, theologians, scholars’ and politicians that the abuse of words can be a danger, there are those that believe words are a leading factor in what ills our society. Of this we do not deny in full, there have been abuses, history is but a melody to that fact, yet it is also true that words have the innate capacity to bridge, to heal that which divides.

 Opinions, views, religions, nations, people, even love divides. The focus of this book and the poets here in, is to give breath to a wide range of issues both small and controversial that lie beneath the surface. Things that we are often hesitant to discuss. In saying that, I will offer that the role of a poet is not to persuade or to add more rhetoric to the static we hear. A poet’s responsibility is to shine the light of awareness, to create a platform for dialogue, for healing, to gather up the images in an attempt to understand what we see.

Demitri Tyler, Author

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1 reply

  1. love the honesty of this piece.. thank you for sharing…

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