Something's Missing

“Why don’t you figure out your shit and go find some food? Huh? Why don’t you be useful for once?” I nod and run off. My socks are starting to get holes in them from the hot concrete. I need to find food for us. Where can I go? Who can I ask? Mom says people hate beggars. That’s why she sent me instead. People hate beggars, she said, but they feel guilty when it comes to kids. Most still won’t give you anything, so look for those people who act like they don’t shit. I see a group of people standing with signs and yelling at others. They wear nice white shirts and dress pants. They yell about God and what’s right and wrong. I run up to them and grab onto one of their arms. She only looks down after I tug a few times.