Papaya
I am so embarrassed
Most of all of myself.
I live in Toronto
Big city, Canada…
I purchased papaya…
Cut open, to pieces
Bit and chewed,
Swallowed.
It was in plastic
Sticker plastic
But not seeds
Nor skin.
Had I been in village or a farm
I knew what to do
Seed for birds or plants
Skin for animals…
Would have no plastic.
I threw all of mine as trash,
With such act I am shame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem