A Poem: I am not human, I am human
I felt like a normal human being for once
like normal women
wanting children
wanting to live
wanting to experience life, love
I realized that is not possible
I cannot experience life
I was made of glass, constantly changing color, shape, and temperature; a shapeshifter, devoid of identity
melting and remolding through different light, prisms, and reflections
reflecting souls, minds, and hearts that start pumping through the mirror of me
I’m just a mirror, a reflection of others
I do not exist
I am not a human being
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I am a human being
I am made of flesh, bone, and blood
I am like you, we are from the same source
The God of Love who created us in His image
Please allow me to be myself
The perfectly imperfect human being
With needs, flaws, and ego
A self-love is self-ish and self-less at the same time
Because I am human
Being human is amazing and terrible
It means we are full of light and darkness
We are both and equal
Let me participate in life
Let me live
Tell me that my life is worthy to take up space
That it is not special but it is so valuable
Tell me I am deserving of love
And that my love, although ugly, is precious too
And that my life, though short and insignificant, is beautiful too
Tell me…
A cry of a perpetua dying, shining