child,
you pulled the head from the tail
of a dragonfly
to see how its lungs look like
it simply looks like a thin film
a tiny bag of cellophane
you pulled the petals of a rose
to let your mother know that you know
how to count
from one to one hundred
you wasted a lot of roses from
the garden
you remove the wings of a butterfly
to see what happens
when it is stripped of its beautiful wings
child
who ever taught you of this cruelty?
do you understand why?
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