I Won't Complain

I close myself up
In a small cubicle of 60 sq ft
I open all the windows
The cool air can be felt
Accompanied by the smell of cooking food
Oily and sickly sweet
I pick out a piece of bread
A gift from my sis
To keep me away from hunger
People are talking and chatting downstairs
I can hear them clearly
There is privacy
As long as I keep the door not open
But you are not protected from disturbances
From noises and polluted air
And this is the way I have to live, I know
I won't complain
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