Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Not Even Alive






They say that I`m not human, not even alive.
They can kill me at whatever time they please
I can`t stand up for myself-I depend on her.
To feed me, to care for me, to keep me.

They don`t like me, never mind love me.
She saw him today, they were talking
Talking about me, and something terrible
I can hear the words. I know and I don`t.

They say I have no feelings, that it won`t hurt
But it does, it make me sad because I`m magnificent
I want to come out and meet her
I want to live the life that God made for me

But.

They say that I am not human, not even alive.



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