I like that I can go near the window
and take up space.
They push me around, rearrange my hair
or shove me in their stupid
transparent little closets
but I will always take up some of their
breathe some of their precious
matter how they hoard it, refuse it to those like me,
none of them are Nature.
They’re always looking around,
swishing through their layers of disgust.
“What a waste