WRITE ON
SPEAK OUT
My one mad use
By
Tessa M
AGE
15
At the least I was made to serve,
to be a single-use plastic bag.
I am blowing through the sky
with all the other particles you don’t know of.
Billions and billions of unseeable pollutants
crumble into the centre
of our dying planet.
I am just at the start
of my 1,000 year journey,
when I’ll finally dissipate from Earth.
I am just one bag, with no voice.
If I were one human, I could make a choice
I could save our planet –
For everyone everywhere
I could inspire people to reuse and care.
How I wish the sky was as clean as it seems
and the Earth as green.
There is more to the wind that rushes past your face
on a winter-brisk morning. There is more
beneath the cold seas where you sway your feet
when sitting on the rail of a sailing yacht.
There is more beneath you than you see through a human eye.
Pollution travels a longer journey
than where you last left it.
Please think again, and again, and again –
Don’t spoil our home with this abuse.
Stop using plastic for a single use.