A
Starving Mother
I
do not like having to beg
The
world around me
It
forces me to do what I must
If
I can find a crust of bread
Or
maybe some leftover milk
I
think I have my best day
Am
I proud of begging on the streets
Honestly,
yes, I am
If
my child can eat just a small bit
I
am proud even if I never eat
My
child will live another day
What
more could I want
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