Who Am I?

W H O A M I ?
By: Laris Naibaho

Who am I?
My body frame pass among the howling dust
Between noise and traffic jam
My skin becomes bruise by the sun’s heat
And the clothes on my entire body,
almost never been worn neatly,
for I have to give chase the buyers

Who am I
My body becomes the arena of promotion
Today I wear a vest with this colour
Another day I do with the other one
I become a human who useful as a money machines
And I am worth, if I earn piles of money

Who am I
Every day these both hands are full of product
I must step forward deftly
And count second by second,
In order to able welcome the buyers
A second wasting, means losing a livelihood
Sometimes I have to hide and seek from the officers
And not rarely become the object of scorn
Merely and because of wish to reach for the sales target

Who am I
I don’t know, whom I belong to?
Therefore, to whom I should complain
When my body becomes tired
And at the moment it will be unable to shout
And run on the street any more

Who am I
It’s imagined in my mind,
If my body has to cooped up in the hospital there
Who cares about me?
Of course, I can share with nobody
There are so many people posses my self, don’t they?

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