Poetry Slam (Fandoms!)

Shared Blood

Hope, it is a funny thing
Like, how could we ever be the same?
Having lived totally different lives
Yet, I still hoped

Just because we share the same blood
Doesn't mean we'd be similar in any sort of way
Yet, I still found myself admiring you
And hating you at the same time

How could you stand there?
Proud of our blood?
You know everyone hates us for it
Right?
Please, stop being proud of it
It's torturing me to the core
In more ways than one

Help me please
They hate me for what we are
Mutants
They call us
But, you don't believe that
I know you don't

Please, realise they choose between our life and death
I don't want to die
How do you do it?
Stand there with your head held high?
I could never do that
Ever
So, please
Save me
Because I can't save myself
I'm weak
I am weak