Have you ever lived our lives?
Have you ever cared
to walk through my block?
Have you ever cared
to see the hole in my pocket?
Have you ever imagined
what simmers in my kitchen?
Have you ever thought
to sit at my dinner table?
Have you ever seen
idle beans floating in my broth,
a pretense of soup?
Do you ever understand
why the poor yell over their food?
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