Sweepers Thought's
i am a sweeper ,sweeps a yard of forty acers...
starts the day sweeping te falen leaves..
dirt of other peoples bad manners pf throwing dirt...
a supervisor who is a man of its own rules..
a power abuser who doesn't respect no human..
when he feels a rush with his own usage of drugs'..
a sweeper is forced t become a robot..
a heavy heart and unstopping hand of swiping..
looking up at the sky to speak to the universe..
with gratitude surrendering all the abuse of power..
never questioning the flow of the universe..
many i see frown dislike and move away..
as the dark blue uniform of a sweeper appears in front of them..
with the swat that's flowing like a stream all over the body..
the cart is full with the dead leaves nature that's fallen to leave ..
i know how to sweep to show the roots of a old tree..
in a waves i clean the dirt on the sand that's people are walking..
no one notice the heard work that's done when its clean..
even among other sweeperts there is a power struggle..
as a woman they want to hold me down under their thumb..
but they are powerless when i speck and its a roar of being just..
a lioness among the hyena's i rise above it all all in all..
and when all are on fire i am enjoying the heat of their struggle..
i may be a sweeper to lean many things i don't know..
i am am so disappointed with all the rich people ..
even the once i have to work every day..
a man who is trying to win my heart so he could use me on bed..
and i destroy his uprising feelings with a roar of my own..
ino one have any humanity or appreciation of any bit..
as a sweeper i am happy in my own way of living..
as its the only way for me to be independent as me..
i don't need any ones validation to be loved or to be in love..
woman i see everyday is like the zombies walking under the sun..
white faces do not have any pure hearts to carry and to love..
yes i am a sweeper and i am a cleaner of all the diert..
and i am proud of the great work i do for mother nature..
and i am grateful to the universe for all the experience...
today i may be a sweeper to clean the roads for rich to walk..
and tomorrow i will be the one to sit and watch..
the rich sweeps the roads for me to walk on a clean road..
as i am doing for them with a grateful heart..
i am the proud sweeper that's sweeps the forty acers of yards..
the canteen chick who looks like an aricunnot as karma of life..
calls me aunty as humiliation as a woman in front of many..
with the appearance and a soul of a male thats breaths..
i say to my self..a chick cannot define me as she thinks..
and i pretend i never hear her or see her..and that's the truth..
i see no one or here any one that's speaking words of lies..
i am in my own bubble but i pretend and act to be one..
in a need of help i step out of all the boundaries..
fight slienty for the justice to be served for innocent one..
with a smile in my heart but a straight face for everyone..
i smile but its a smirk.. i talk but its all an act to the world..
i am no ones friend or no ones enemy..and never will be there one..
because i see and feel how the world treats a sweeper as diert..!!
dilu dw
26/07/23
Copyright © Dilu D Wijegunasekara | Year Posted 2023
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