Getting stuck in plastic bags

getting slashed by metal scraps

we swim around in what we called our home

my stomach is yelling for sea grass not straws

I swim away from fishing nets

and divers with big cages

I see my friends tied up in knots with plastic twine around them

I hope one day I see the surface

and the sun will shine through this dark angry sea

but for now I live in a big trash can

waiting for things to change

but I question the living above the surface

”do you see us suffering?”