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- By Nancy Ramos
- 1. Food es bien because it is good, and looks good too! I eat with mi famiglia at the table. We look at my mom- we are eating mexican food. I look at the food - it looks good to me. Food is my best friend, because the food is good to me. The food spoke to me, and it said" Eat me now, Nancy," I love when you eat me because you like how I taste." Nancy Ramos
- By Yadira Cazares (Age 16)
- A Hunger so unbearable
- Thirsty like the desert for water
- Relentlessly hungry for care
- A metallic echo in my stomach
- ........Yadira Cazares ( age16)
- By Allie (Age 14)
- One time I was a little boy,I went to the store; I wanted to buy some food,but I was broke and poor. So I went to the bank,and asked for some money. The people started laughing, they thought it was funny .
- So I said to the people,you better stop laughing.Before I get a gun - then I'll have to start blasting and throw you on the ground, because I'm not playin', so you just better listen to what what the heck I'm saying
- So then the people said they would give me some cash. They gave it to me. Then I left the bank real fast. I went to McDonalds. I ordered a Big Mac....and when I got the food I ate it really fast; I got large fries and a large coke and an apple pie, too.And when I was done eating, I felt just like a fool. Allie (age 14)
- By Elaine Vickers (Age 17)
- When I was almost eleven, I moved to a foster home in Davis,CA. At first I thought it was a cool foster home,but after a week or so, my foster mother began to change.
- I was a natural hyper kid and my foster parents did not like it, so they did not allow me to eat sugar. I couldn't have anything with sugar. No salad dressing.No candy,tea, soda, cake,ice cream, gum, ketchup, mustard, or strawberries; I could only have half a piece of fruit a day. I could only eat cheerios for breakfast,when everyone else ate Captain Crunch,Lucky Charms, and a bunch of other sugar cereals .
- Not eating sugar wasn't my only problem; I wasn't getting fed enough.
- In the morning before school I'd get one piece of non-buttered toast,or one bowl of cereal ; at lunch time I could only eat one or two things on my lunch tray.The people who served lunch never gave me anything with sugar. At dinner time I'd get a frozen burrito or something microwavable. My foster family ate a big dinner before me.
- I started begging the kids at school for food; some of the kids gave me food, but I got in a lot of trouble with my foster mom.My foster parents grounded me. Every day at lunch time at school, I had to walk all the way home to eat lunch. She'd make me eat a huge plate of food. So breakfast,l unch, and dinner I was fed a lot more than I could eat. My foster mom and sisters always watched me take a bath or use the bathroom - sometimes I wasn't allowed to use the bathroom, I'd have to go in my pants for which I was then beat.
- So now, I can't eat a lot of food. Actually, I usually can't eat at all the meals. I have had a really bad food experience, so now I'm real picky about what I eat. Joy Elaine Vickers(age 17)
- By Mark Smith (Age 16)
- Looking back, I was never, ever right. Yu were my adopted mom - you always wanted me eating right. I would come walking in and I say hello,but you slap me and you'd shove some mash potatoes right down my throat - and I tried to let it pass,but the futures in my head were with you laying dead - Now your son is such a joy - Never try to play me....Mark Smith (16)
- By Nick Lark(Age 14)
- Mom knew how to cook.Chicken was her greatest thing to cook. Low fat. Low sodium. High taste. A great thing to put in your mouth. And it taste like chicken... Nick Lark (14)
- By Maria (Age 14)
- My sister's taco was the bomb because of the sour cream and guacamole and the big juicy tomato. It tasted like the first time I ate.
- Maria (14)
- By Drew Howard (Age 14)
- When I went to Burger King, there was a nasty black thing in my Sprite and I told my father, who also saw the "thing", so he took it back and they gave him two free drinks. Drew Howard (age 14)
- by Joshua Maria (14)
- I walk in to the store with no money. I need some food for my family. I walk, worried, down the aisles.....
- suddenly, I grab mountains of food...put it in my pocket and keep walking. I was bathing in sweat.
- As I walk, the world ended......
- A can of FOOD dropped....
- I was dead.
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Ever Growing HungerStarving like a dog so utter time crawls consuming my heart Perishable love as I shudder Drowning in my abundant grief Voices embraced raw anxiety Dizzy spells flowing short and brief Lurid visions my head excruciating Palpable innocence withered abyss My last rationed wish fading who shall name the price This frustration has drained me insipid From the hunger I shall rise |
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Bank...Food |
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Sweets |
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Po-ta-toes |
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MOM's cookin' |
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The Bomb Taco |
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The thing at Burger King |
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Mountains of Food |
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