Poem and photograph by Claire Wastell
Poem and photograph by Claire Wastell
I step into another world
Of chaotic disarranged streets
Where no house is the same
Made up of mismatched scraps
That create a rainbow of disorder
And despite the dirt and mud
The colours blend into something beautiful
I suffocate in the maze of small laneways
The smell of human life absorbs within me
So overwhelming it is hard to breathe
And I feel like an alien
Such chaos have immense order
I know I don’t belong here
I should be disgusted, I should feel pity
In a world where privacy is a myth
And clean water a blessing
But I see you smile and I smile back
Who says I have it better?
Who gets to choose, who gets what?
Who makes the world so vastly different?
Did we create this?
Make a world so black and white
That we forget to see the colours
Because that what makes me smile
And at the end of the day, that’s all that matters
