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I am – me

I feel,
With senses afire,
As wind caresses.
Hot breath of my mother.
Milk.

Butt of head.
Playful,
Bounce of limbs.
Racing with others.
Heart beating.

I am – me.

I sleep,
And breathe,
And play.
But I am only - me.
Not generic,
As you would like to believe.

My skin -
Sensitive.
My eyes, curious.
I gaze at the moon.
I slumber with familia.

I am – me.

I feel panic at my bundling
Into crate.
Terror at the end.
Strung up.

I cease to be.
Packaged beneath plastic.
Parts of me labelled.
Cooked and plated
Or discarded in bin.

Yet for a moment in time
I was – me.

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