Who Am I?
Am I the doormat you wipe your shoes on?
Or the cup you drink coffee from?
Would it better if I were a cigarette between your fingers,
so you crush me when desired,
or, light me up so I know the fire and turn,
into ashes and to earth,
and live for the while I burn?
Or shall I be the bag you carry around,
to show off the people who surround,
Who am I?
The one you humiliate for I can't retaliate?
Who am I?
A robot perhaps with steel limbs and computer chips,
or, the one who would one day die?,
sealing your immortality among the hi-fi?
Who am I?
Copyright © Rinki Nandy | Year Posted 2010
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