The Skirt

I have been passed around through the last 1000 years. Day in, day out, I have been worn until the new generation started. They put me in a wardrobe. With the sneakers and new jeans. I waited and I waited but nobody wanted me anymore. Even my colors changed from shadow black to light blue. These colors meant something! Black, reminds people that we need to respect the gods. Red for power and all the signs in that, means that we also need to offer animals to the gods. I felt miserable. I was about to give up but then the door opened. An old woman picked me up and walked to the door. It was amazing how many things have changed. Now there are not only houses of bamboo. Now they have a sort of weird materials where you can look through. Glass that's how they call it. The woman brought me to an old home. It was made of bamboo. That is the only house that had not changed. We went inside and there were four woman that were about the same age. They hold me very carefully like I'm special again. They said something about my colors. When they were done, another woman took me outside. They called some other men and woman. These men and woman were much younger. They talked about me and they said that I'm like a reminder for the things that they need to do. Kids also came. I was being hung in the middle of the city. So everybody could see me. Respect me. Honor me. Remember me. I was proud of myself, for no other reason, but actually that's what I should get after all of these horrible years.