I reach for you animal.
If only you reached for me.
I fight for you animal.
If only you fought back, to flee.
I write for you animal.
If only you made marks we understood.
I mop the floor for you animal.
If only this did not end in blood.
I try for you animal.
If only to hone my voice, my truth.
Your eyes gaze at me animal.
Reduced to object, I see the proof.
I cry for you animal.
And hope you know we fight.
I will never give up animal.
Standing firm against your plight.
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