After I was born into the world, I was yanked brutally away from my mother. I cried and cried for her. She cried for me. I needed her, I thought, wheres my mommy? Where's my mommy?!?
But I didn't see her anywhere.
And I wouldn't ever see her again.
Where's my mommy? Where's my mommy?
When you're a calf like me, you have two choices.
If you get up, you have to endure 16 weeks in torture until you're slaughtered and turned into veal.
If you can't get up, you're left to die.
I choose to get up, although, if I didn't, I'd be destined to die anyways.
Where's my mommy? Where's my mommy?!?
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Born To Die
General FictionSome people don't understand my struggles. Some people don't think from my point of view, it's like they say, out of sight.. out of mind. You see, I'm like the turkey of Thanksgiving, I'm the meat on your plate. You see I'm a cow, I should be a frie...
