You did not complain as you

Listened, to my tale,

Of social workers not bothered

That I was hungry and tired

and disabled,

Unable to cook and shop and

Clean,

Listening as if it was a

Dream,

No desire to protect me,

Not one meal

And I starved, in isolation.

Why did you not march and complain?

Could you not write, grandmother

For someone other than yourself

I went from size 20 to a

size 12, in 6 short weeks

Starving, crying, screaming

That I had no help

And you listened, not one

letter written.

Don’t get sick or your story will follow mine.

Able bodied fight now

As you have the time.

Text for Pg 34

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