Decor Poem by Jymiely Tamayo

I come to trade my life

for a piece of bread

a yard of cloth

a glass of drink

only to satiate my

four days hunger.



I need no love, lest you could

spare me some

for you think am a hoax,

a decoration in the vandalized urban streets.



my life would be of a little boring

if I never hear scolding and screams

on a daily basis;

as I hand you my hand

face upright

the pair of own cochlea

would just hear screech

screeching sound:

heavenly.



I never meant to feel the pain

of acid inside my belly

is it alright to flush it

through my left side hole

I never needed it anyway.