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?”