The Potter's Touch Poem by Lubinda Lubinda

As a small lump of clay
I went around all day
sitting in the sand
waiting for my body to decay!
because, no one thought I was pretty!

I'd often look at my flaws
as something no one adores
maybe that's why I was an easy
picking for the potter
because, he found me in the gutter!

He said that; he saw me differently
he then wrapt his hands around
me and began to touch me inappropriately
as he led me one of his wheels
he then gave me a ride
just to show me how it feels!

I know I was being abused
or somehow being misused
so, I tried to get out
but, he was too strong
and I couldn't resist
he then grabbed me by the wrist
and shoved me back on his wheel and all I could do is bend to his will!

He span me around and around
until I'd satisfied his every desire
and when he was almost done
he just threw me away
like a worn out coat!
I guess he thought
he could finish me
by tossing me into a fire!

on that fateful day,
I did get burnt but,
there was a lesson I'd learnt
and that's why,
I'm now happy to be:
THE COFFEE MUG IN THE CUPBOARD!