Drifting through the Wind

She is a Nylon bag
With a glorious beginning
Beautiful She was
In her toddler days
With thoughts that
She will be reasoned
As flowers and paper paints in houses

Who knew
She will be lifters
In market arena's
With her bottom dead centre
Neglected on filthy floors
And  abandoned her beauty
On grounds decorated with filths
From rainfalls of the night

Her beauteous self was forgotten
Her glorious halo was splashed with defecates
When she was dumped on bare floor
After aiding with
Her protective layer

She found herself thrown
To rally among sands
Her awesome black colour
Suffers blasts from the sun
When a strong wind blew
She often found herself
Drifting through the wind
With no actual way forward

Is it her beautiful self
That Is left to ridicule this way?
She wishes to cry
But does not posses
Path roads for tears
To run through.

Written and Edited By:
ADEBAYO, Busayo.