property.
that's what i've been told
that i am.
object.
is what i am reduced
to.
exploited.
is what my body
has been
for thousands of years.
abuse.
is what is ignored
by the world.
we scream,
kick,
punch,
bite,
and
fight.
yet,
we're disregarded
as
little butterflies
on
society's brow.
YOU ARE READING
plastic
Poetrymost wings are made of bones and skin and feathers, but what if mine are made of nothing but rubber and glue?
