“Look! Isn’t it majestic?”
“Come on, take my photo! Show the whole building!”
“That’s the famous building? WOW!”
With silent mouth and noisy mind, I silenced my screams of annoyance for these people. These trying hard, ignorant humans!
I am sitting just across that majestic glass building, and no one bothered to look at me. No one!
Because I am dirty? Because my ripped shirt and pants are as black as their cars’ smoke? Because my graying hair looked like webs of dirt? Because I sit on the cold cement holding a rusting can waiting for their coins?
Didn’t they know that that is my building! Yes, that gorgeous building is mine!
I am the owner of the land where it stood.
I am the owner of every bits of pieces used for it!
I am the owner of the companies inside it!
Wait, who am I?
Word count: 153
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Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction
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