Garbage Park Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

In a dirty place full of rotten smell, there is a beauty
The scavengers who deposit plastic and various types of trash that can be recycled
But no with Sunarti, the teenager who is not yet 17 years old, has to fight hard to live by scavenging
She was forced to leave her hometown because he was lulled by the promise of being employed as a slave to support her aging mother and younger siblings.
But another fact. When she first set foot in Jakarta, she was brought in by a broker who promised to turn her into a housemaid
It turns out that he has to work in a sparkling place that is ready to present a moment of beauty
Turns out the person who promised her a job was a pimp
She must let go of the norms and ethics that he has imprinted in her life
But she rebelled and ran away from reality and turned into a disease of society
She languishes to live on the streets, armed with the belief that he picks up mineral water bottles, cans and all things that can be recycled to the garbage collector.
Indeed, the body is dirty but the strokes of beauty never fade
Garbage gardens are like a dry paradise, all enjoyed in a maze
She remains steadfast in her belief and purity even though sometimes many teases her
She still holds the norms and ethics where her religion teaches her how to behave
She is a teenager who has to let go of her youth to have fun. It's time for good luck to bring him to a reality

Palmerah, August 25th,2022
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