Critique my poem about being a dumpster diver.

Here is a quick poem I did inspired by my experiences dumpster diving:<br><br>In the alleys where I’m at home<br>Among the trash I find my own<br>I’m a diver, in this urban sea<br>Digging up the things people can’t see<br><br>I find the treasures that you throw away<br>Broken toys and bottles I can sell another day<br>Food that’s still good, but you don’t want to eat<br>I’m the vulture that cleans up your street<br><br>I’ve learned to see the value in your waste<br>To find the beauty in the things you can’t replace<br>A lost key, a reason to rage<br>A lost love, a reason to engage<br><br>I find my home in your refusal piles<br>A refugee in your discarded trials<br>I find my meals in your leftover scraps<br>A scavenger living off your eco-wraps<br><br>I see the world from a different view<br>A world that’s ugly, but beautiful too<br>I see the things that you cannot see<br>The value in your trash, the beauty in me<br><br>[The last 3 lines are long because I wanted to end on a note of uplifting and positivity as the whole world, especially the poor are struggling. And I think dumpster diving, although a hard end to swallow, is also a beautiful way to survive.]<br><br>(I wasn’t sure where else to post this so any help you have would be great.)<br><br>Edit for content warning: there are themes of poverty, and self-deprecation throughout this poem.