Damn! Sharp light wakes me
Please, please don’t let it be morning
I can’t endure another assault
My brains signals my lips
Smile it’s a new day, wait for
Super glued eyes staring questions
The mystery in my dress-code
My plastic secret life
Every day is a recycled dress-code
Like recycled plastic bottles
Melting from the heat emanating
From the super glued street eyes
Confused by my swagger
The mystery in my dress-code
My plastic secret life
How do I make it through
The next day? You asked
With street eyes, expectations
Forcing me to my gender dress-code
Living my plastic recycled nomad life
The mystery in my dress-code
My plastic secret life
Am a unique plastic
The kind you like but
Afraid to talk to
Desire to feel and touch
Taste its delicate yet sweet contents
A plastic with a life
The mystery in my dress-code
My plastic secret life
The contents are the running blood in my veins
The fizz is the air that leaves me
Every time the lid opens
Strangers cursing words
Plastics lives have been raped, tortured and murdered
Squashed in threats and discrimination
Melted through series of suicides
Left lying around discarded
The mystery in my dress-code
My plastic secret life
By Guillit
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