I am more.

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I am more than a genetically modified organism 
That was constructed for scientific research. 
I am more than just pretty colors and silly talking tricks 
Caged upon this perch.

My body was created for a purpose 
Other than your dinner plate. 
Why must you kick and hit, scream and scold 
Then lock me for hours in this lonely crate?

My soul cries out as I am forced to work 
Beyond my strength and will. 
Although I push with all my might, 
You are only standing still.

I am more than just a breeding factory 
Giving birth to endless brood. 
Only for my children to be torn from me 
And sold away as food.

How would you feel if someone cut away your hair 
And turned it into a coat? 
Only for a thoughtless soul 
To parade around and gloat.

That overpriced purse you clutch 
Was constructed from my skin. 
For years I’ve been living in restrictive pain. 
I’m starting to wear thin.

I’m more than your convenience 
Your entertainment or nutrition. 
I have feelings. I have desires. 
I even have ambition.

© Shenita Etwaroo

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