I thought I was defined by your species as living things.
Wasn't I branded as a mammals' kind of species?
Don't I have blood flowing within me?
I myself have been asking these questions within me!
Why am I so despise even right from birth?
No pity on the woman that brought me with pains to Earth.
Even as a day old, my passage in front of you was a risk.
Cause I might end up with a stone bigger than me.
Like human, my natural instincts is Survival.
You running to your house when it rains and I run to the hole is Survival!
While you eat your meal in peace, I risk loosing my head.
Even your children have developed unexplainable hatred.
Your trap would break my back and kill me slowly.
You were busy having fun with my slow death you didn't notice my tears.
If I must die by your hands, why not make it quick?
Why not pity the woman that carried me in the womb for many days?
Is it a crime to eat? That you break my back!
Is it a crime to eat? That you laid waste of me on an unmarked grave?
You know, you can glue me and take me out to the open to free me.
But no, you've believed I was born to die.
Do we choose who we become, or is it a crime to be me?
An Original Poetry By Me
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