It is the times when
I have close to nothing
that I want to give back the most.
My stomach growls and I want to feed my mother
in return for nourishing my soul.
She birthed a monster
who runs ragged
trampling across stony pathways
as it hungrily scrounges for everlasting comfort.
Riches are false and fleeting.
Surviving
comes second nature to a hound
who knows too well the thrill of meeting world-weary merchants
who promise good fortune
and steal
the bread from your fingers.
We shame ourselves for coins spent on food
as if sustenance is not something we deserve
as if eating is shameful
and investing in the foggy abyss of the future
is more noble than being full today-
if only for a day.
We will always be hungry.
It is the nature of being consciously alive.
We know there is more to be had
than subsistence
and we also know
that even the rich get lonely.
Sankofa Virgo 
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