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I'm so hungry I can't think straight

Penniless, Worth $100 billion, but a woman so it doesn't matter apparently. No justice. Plundered. Left to die.

I'm so hungry I can't think straight. That's it. That's the whole post. I'm starving. I have no money. I have no house. No car. No food. No community.

And I'm worth a 100 billion in reparations, my ex stole 20 million, my writing alone is Pulitzer caliber, and hear I am penniless, sleeping on a porch and getting messages from men that there's no such thing as the patriarchy.

Is this how I end? Because no one gives a damn about my life?