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you are a grocery bag..
Hardly used; Hate the designer cuz my appearance failed
My partner abused; Glare at the sign that says Clearance Sale
Victim of peers & wealth; Shopping fiends for food
I sit & I stare; This sloth, the greed, & their youth
They pick & they choose; Go for the grip & physique
What fits & Whats loose; They say I rip easily & I'm weak
I wish I could speak; A feeling to just fall to the tiles
No will or relief; I watch my siblings talk in the aisles
Their lost & not proud; The light appears, we're open
The growth of the crowd; The lines I fear, their forming
The deals, the torment; They refusing to stand me
Some steal, some afford it; Hating when Humans get candy
Won't need me to carry; The leader, I stare at her
People bare me; Places the Green thing in that register
Sometimes its incredible; But mostly, hell I'm facing
Moving up levels; I fell, but learning words & phrases
But my soul still hits the pavement; My face they cover
Didn't know there were tolls to embrace with Color
Blamed by others; Quiet demons as they pursue calm
Claimed they love us; Still ignored, using their coupons
Who's wrong?; I'm considered an object in their society
Used in different forms, I bet; For profit & variety
Stop it! I say violently; They can't hear my cries
Been at the bottom too long; They slowly clear the lines
Tears & time; A mixture of both as they bash me
I fear the signs; they choose plastic & walk past free..
Another day, rapidly; I'm down, degraded, & last
Don't ask me..why plastic is better than brown paper bags..
This is also one HUGE metaphor to something else...do you know what it is?
-Nique.
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