I sit in this glass cage

I have known

No other life

My creators

Think of me

As a toy

A tiny

Insignificant plaything

To be poked

To be prodded

To be violated with experiments

Of all sorts

Am I not a man?

Am I not human

Just as they?

 

Why does my

Diminutive stature

Make me less?

I feel pain

I feel sadness

I long for

The warmth of the sun

I long for happiness

For glory

Dare I say

I long for the love

Of a woman

As my gargantuan counterparts

Speak of fondly

 

Why birth me

For torture?

Isn’t my mer...

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