I am the trash that attracts
the worst type of grime,
as I tumble aimlessly towards the gutter.
You don't bother to see me, here, falling.
Why don't you try to pick me up?
Are you really that selfish?
In any case, I'll remain here waiting;
dreaming of being lifted and recycled
so I can start over.
By: Brandy Ruiz
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