Not Human - Poem by Frank Bana
I've never felt more scared and vulnerable
And so betrayed, I do not feel betrayal
I do know there's a number
Tattooed upon my back, sensors and rings
In places where I cannot even see.
So why have they visited this on me?
I am a person, one who is not human
Not born for the amusement of someone,
A sleek and shiny beauty my misfortune
That, and my weaknesses for play.
So here I sleep and breathe in crap
I need, as they well know, to roam the sea
In skies reflecting blue, unbounded by a pool
Tasting the salt, dawn in my eyes
Calling to the sleeping sun
Chasing the little fishes and algae
Leaping and making love with new companions.
I've had enough - ever since day one
Of dancing for the hordes of needy children
Around this grubby bruising little hole
They dare to call a humane dolphinarium.
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