Our hands reach for the latest trends
His hands reach for food that's not there.
We fill our desires for shiny baubles
While the babies in Africa die.
We hunt for just the right size, color, cut
She hunts for a morsel of food to feed her starving child.
We pull out our cash and feel pleased
While the babies in Africa die.
We risk taking out that home loan
She risks rape for food to keep her child alive just one more day.
We strive to move up in this world
While the babies in Africa die.
We pump up our lips with collagen
His cheeks cave in with starvation.
We look in the mirror and (almost) smile
While the babies in Africa die.
Can you see their frailness?
Can you hear their cries?
Why are we sleepwalking - sleepliving
While the babies in Africa die?
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just...WOW!, Heather. This is touching. And I am so impressed with what you have written in your blog since you started. You wrote in the beginning, "Why am I starting a blog? ...not because I am eloquent, nor is it because I feel I really have something to say." Au contraire, my dear daughter, you have much to say and you say it WELL. Reading what you write makes me love you even more, if that is possible.
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