We’re Not Lazy… We’re Hungry

Real grief isn’t always about death. Sometimes, it’s the slow starvation of dignity—lost one skipped meal at a time.

You told us to hustle…
To grind…
To pick ourselves up and work harder.

So we did.
We clocked in early.
Stayed late.
Juggled side gigs and childcare and commutes…just to fill the fridge.

But the price of bread went up again…
And milk.
And eggs.
And suddenly, $100 buys half a cart… and a stomach full of shame.

Now we’re skipping meals so the kids don’t notice.
Pretending we’re “not hungry” so they don’t feel it.

And while we ration dinner,
billionaires throw galas…
to argue over who gets the bigger yacht.

We’re not asking for luxury.
We’re asking for enough.
Enough to feed our families without having to choose between lights and lunch.

But you don’t hear that.
You’re too busy lecturing.
Calling it poor budgeting.
Calling it laziness.
Calling it our fault.

You’ve never stared down a grocery total and prayed it wouldn’t decline.
You’ve never watered down soup
or eaten toast so your kid could have the last banana.

You say inflation like it’s weather.
Like it just happened.
Like you didn’t rig the game
and raise the stakes.

We’re not broken.
We’re just tired of starving!
while you measure success in jets and stock climbs.

“Real grief isn’t just funerals. Sometimes it’s toast for dinner and a silent scream at the checkout line.”