I
always find you beautiful.
The
prefect shape of your hollow stomach
Ready
to be filled
With
stenches you find wonderful
The
curves of your mouth
Open
to stories of past things
The
people turned into waste
Exploit and overuse
Consumed and misused
You
were always there
To
embrace them
Welcome
them
Envelop
Let
them find a place
A
sanctuary
A
shelter
For
all the rotten things
Which
people had exploit on using.
Now
they found your arms
And
make it their home.
All
of them who stench,
Full
of grime,
Out
of rhyme,
That
is why you are so beautiful.
Worth-beholding.
I
envy you, trash bin.
You
were always there,
Never
waiting for a compliment,
Up
against the wall,
Sacrificing
your glory
All
for the wasted things
Enveloping
the ruins
The
mud and grime
All
for your charitable hands
These
garbages, they found safe lands.
I
envy you, trash bin.
For
I’d rather have your beauty—
Tucked
on one corner
Than
to have this “gift”,
Nothing
but a
DISPLAY.
I
wish someday to be like you,
With
all your cracks,
Scratches
Stenches
And
dents and odor
Because
being a home,
A
safe haven,
A mother,
Is
the only gift
And
blessing
And
power
I
consider.
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