I was born
Mother, hot breath
Feel of nurturing tongue
I knew nothing of my
Human crafted state
Controlled
Contrived
Cruelty
I am
Someone
Not
Some – thing
Objectification
Commodity
Without
Being or form
I belong to me
I am not parts
Or
Materials
How can you not
See me
What I was
When all fleshy parts
Are put back together
See me now
Feel my place
In this world
I am not an object
Came across this in a garden centre in the Lake District of North West
England. Just utterly horrified by the normality of selling cows' ears as dog
treats...
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