Tribe

The horror of talking to humans;
An eagle perched on my shoulders,
Its claws digging into my skin.
I try to relate a thought with a thought
A feeling with a feeling-
Try to gulp down the dread that grips my skin.
Dealing with my own tribe terrifies me.
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Then, I start thinking
Really start thinking.
Dress in empathy, and dance with new feet.
I think of the animals who have lost their freedom to humans
Their body, a means to their survival
A mind reduced to productivity that they can’t understand,
Or maybe they can?
I think of the plants that get cut into half
Because their growth is a disturbance to cars.
Wheels keep on running, we keep on running too.
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While I can hate humans and their system,
They are still me.
What of this whole world, that is not for me?
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~insight07
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