Objectified


Today, I am not a human being
I am a lump of clay
and your cold words mold me into any shape you choose
manipulating my appearance until I am barely recognizable

Today, I am not a human being
I am a machine
and the remote control is at your fingertips
and I am bent, unwillingly, to your will.

Today, I am not a human being
I am a dictionary
and my world is defined by the words that you pluck out of my pages
words that crush and defile my spirit.

Today, I am not a human being
I am a bowling pin
and your heavy hand knocks me down over and over
oblivious to my cries through the din of your triumph.

Today, I am not a human being
I am a cactus
and though you try to trample me, my thorns pierce your bare feet
and the ground is splattered with ruby drops.
And though my hide is tough and spiky,
someday, a desert flower may bloom in the desolation.

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