If Trash Could Speak

Who am I?
What am I?
Of what use am I?

When I'm formed into existence, they dress me up so neat, well arranged and packaged.

I become the envy of many humans and other lower animals.

Sometimes my value increases so high that only the wealthy humans can afford me.

When they make such transactions, I lose my freedom and my home once more.

By change of ownership, I become a slave of the one who acquires me.

They use me as they will, and sometimes I am being used for something else other than what I was initially made for.

They strip me off my Dignity!
Oh! I've lost my value!

They've stripped me off my precious life.
Oh! What am I now?

Now, I have become the lowliest of all things.

I now live in waste bins, big waste drums and large expanse of land for waste.

When I try to begin anew in my new home my flesh get savoured by the blazing fire, or I get recycled..... and the process repeats itself.

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Hello Freewriters community my name is @ksam and I decided to express my 5 minutes thoughts when I saw the theme for today. I also took the picture in the afternoon for this piece. Special greetings and thanks to @mariannewest for keeping up with this beautiful invitation daily.

_{Property of @mariannewest}

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• Other designs were made with Canva
• Images were taken with my Samsung Galaxy A12

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I AM KSAM

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_{I may not be your favourite author, but you can journey with me to help me develop my writing and creative skills. I am always open to criticism, correction and learning 🥰.}