Living With A Rag Poem by Andiswa Mvanyashe
Living With A Rag
I got the rag
I saw it coming
Washable but still a rag
People admired it
Lose of a rag was a pain to me
I found out it was gold
Displayed in the kings castle
My rag is somewhere
They studied about its dirt
It was thrown into the last bin
I found my rag desperate
Changed and destroyed
Never became the same
Power to clean was gone
Never saw the need for washing it
For this earth hates beauty
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