He said I looked hungry.

Like the food he gives me isn’t nourishment.

Like the water doesn’t hit the spot.

Like drinking hot water in the middle of heat wave,

I look parched.

He said I looked hungry.

Like you can’t feed my soul.

Like your conversation can’t stimulate my mind.

Like my soul is starving

Because you burned the rice.

Like wearing someone else’s clothes,

They just don’t hang right.

He said I look hungry,

Like my soul is starving,

He might be right.

Grit