POLLUTING

I was found on a yellow cement floor, dusted with a broomstick and taken into the family with jaded skin.

My father drove a shiny black car with porous beige leather seats.

My mother laid on the velvet couch for days and days without speaking a word.

The country used to cry for months, and I watched gold tears wash into the sewer during my childhood days. 

I had a collection of the whites of nails kept in a glass jar underneath my bed

My best friend was a striped purple and green umbrella.

The air had always smelled like oranges every time I fell off the stairs.

I fell once, and I landed on a wet blue ceiling of a man's house and slid to his porch with the mud and gravel.

He had cleaned me with a gray mop and vacuum, and I had lived there ever since. 

我的家人曾經在黃色的水泥地上發現了我，用隻掃把拍盡了我身上的灰塵，並把我帶入家庭。

我的爸爸曾經開一部黑的發亮的車，裡面的米色皮椅坑坑洞洞。

我的媽媽曾經一天天的躺在那絨布的沙發上，一言不語。

我的國家曾經一哭就哭上好幾個月，我童年大部份的時間都看著它金色的眼淚沖進水溝。

我有一玻璃罐剪下的白色指甲藏在床底下。

我最好的朋友是一把紫色綠色條紋的雨傘。

每次我從樓梯上跌下來，那空氣總聞起來像橘子。

有次我掉了下來，並落在一個男人潮濕的天花板上，又隨著泥濘和顆粒滑到他門口。

他用了一隻灰色的拖把和吸塵器把我清理了乾淨，我就在也沒離開過。