Being Human Poem by Desiree Clemons
Being Human
Born to people we don't know.
Birth defects and diseases
will eventually show.
When will death be?
Is the big mystery.
Ability to speak,
My tongue is bitten.
Blessed with hearing,
Not allowed to listen.
Eyes to perceive,
Lids clenched shut.
Two giving hands.
Do Not Touch!
Organized by skin color,
Divided by class.
Money driven society;
Amalgamated mass.
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