PERSPECTIVE WRITING:
IF I WERE SUFFERING FROM STARVATION...
I wake up.
Wait- lemme rephrase that:
The sun rose.
I had been laying awake for a while, belly burning as I feigned sleep, knowing breakfast wouldn't come for a while.
Come ever.
'Cuz we have a problem, here in Haiti. In the world.
They call it...
"World Hunger."
Oh, sure- there's always someone in the world who's hungry, always someone who could do with a little less, but over the past year, it seems to have escalated. People are dying- my people are dying. With scarcity, prices rise, and now we are starving, cut off from the outside world by a paranoid government and cut off from food by a lack in our pocketbooks.
So we assess our options:
Sit idle and watch our lives decay, wither, die.
Or
Attempt to overthrow our useless government, try and get the one thing everyone in this world shares a need of- food.
In the meantime...
We cinch our belts a notch tighter
Ignore the churn in our gut
And pray for release from this living hell.
