A Bottle of BrocodeA Poem by AdaThis introspective poem uses a Bottle of Brocode as a profound metaphor, revealing themes of disposability, vulnerability, societal labels, and the cyclical nature of use and abandonment.A Bottle of Brocode I’m made of glass, Transparent, yet my contents are hard to
see. A single blow can shatter me" Handle me with care. I hold harmful liquids, They’ll intoxicate you quickly" Easy, cheap, and fun Not for the refined or
sophisticated. My body is labelled, Not respected by the community. Yet, I remain a mystery, don’t I? I don’t taste like beer do I? You can throw me away, Smash me on the ground when you're
angry, Toss me off a cliff when you're
sad, Forget about me if you don’t care But for once, for mere five minutes, Sit and think about the bottle. Opening my cap is effortless" No need for an opener, No need to use your teeth, Or tap me on the table. It’s as if I want to be opened. Drink my contents, Take in the poisons I hold, They’ll make you feel good, I
promise, You’ll have a good time, I swear. But when you’ve drained me, Will you reach for another? Will you start collecting bottles like a
child collected souvenirs? Now, I’m empty. Lighter, yes, but emptier. Used, discarded, abandoned. Until someone picks me up, Polishes me, fills me with the same
liquid, Seals me again, and sells me to the
masses. I’m made to feel valuable once
more, And the cycle continues. Unless... Take me home, Drain me completely, Don’t treat me as just a trophy you open
on special occasions. Drain me out. Fill me with things you truly care
about. I’ll protect what’s inside, If you’ll protect me in return. Take off my label, Leave the cap off, Take me home. I don’t belong in
the market anymore. © 2024 Ada |
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