According to my original identity, a resting place for the weary. A spot where you can bathe your face in the sun. Or you can stretch out your strained waist, heavy legs, or massage your sore knees. Or you can watch the cycle of life and relax with the dance of a butterfly. Je suis… the state of the island of tranquility was destined for me. Today, however, I have become a battle of worlds.
Anger and aggression paint my slats daily. No one rests on me anymore, because every day they would be stuck in a different paint if they wanted to rest. They took away my essence. Those who call for identity have robbed me of my identity. Je suis... I'm just a bench and I want to stay that way. Because it's better to be a bench than a symbol of unrest. Paint yourself colorful. I'm just a bench, I have other things to do in the world than to advertise your nightmares. I want to get back my essence, which I have deprived of. Je suis…
Author: Xian Na
