You leave your footstep with an imprint.
Regardless I’m lined and padded with dust and grime.
You wipe and scour your shoe to shine,
Stamp me with sand and scraps, which is apparent.
You wipe, you rub, and you prod your stiletto heels.
The Nikes and the Adidas, suffocate me with their spikes.
You even dare sometimes, to wheel your grubby bike
And place black tracks, impossible to conceal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem