Basurita first though on me..."It was a spring day at that time, but it was raining, I was born on winter, but now it was spring, and nothing seemed to have changed. My partner, as she wouldn't take the name of "mother" (than I prefer), had told me I was made of "scraps", leftovers by my others brothers and sisters, my birth was merely an accident.More Like This
She admitted she didn't intent to bring me as I am, and yet...here I was standing. My foot where cold, I was barefooted, but she said I should be grateful she had made me some clothing only to avoid the look of my horrible naked body, I wanted so much for her to look at me with gentle care....yet life wasn't like I wanted to be.
So long has past since I have seeing the first light, but I still can't find my place, my brother, her favorite, says to me "you have no place in my bed!, get out of here you piece of junk!", but I'm so cold, so alone, so neglected...
....my feet touches the warm cover from his bed and I stay quietly on a corner trying not to wake him up wile