The junk, joined the filth
By the sweeping of the broom
With the power of hands
Which I loved
Sorry to say I was in there
Somewhere between the filth
And the junk
She saw me
She looked and swept dust
Into my pleading eyes
When we were gathered,
We were thrown into a gutter
A gutter big and filthy enough to kill
Someway, somehow, a hand pulled me
And took me to the shores of the filth
Washed me, mended my broken legs
And set me up
Guess who came first,
The hands that swept
With no shame, she extended her hands
Begging for whatever her past filth can give
The creator is not so readable
I think that is one of His charms.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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