XX

Are you not human?
Can you not, in medical grace, see my wounds?
Can you not, in lyrical essence, read my pain?
Do you lack the lawful insight to know my persecutors?
Are you not human enough to express some love?
Is your wisdom insufficient to guide me to peace?
Are you not bestowed enough to allow me to prosper?
Do you not share in the joy that my people are not in sorrow?
Are you not human?

Are you not human?
Why do you find amusement when my bones bleed?
Why rejoice in my flesh's anguished cries?
Why weep when success knocks at my door?
Why strive to harm me with all your might?
Why declare me dead as I struggle for life?
Are you not human?

Are you not human, coursing through warm cells and tissues?
Persistently moving on the breath from above?
Why compel others to forsake me?
Why brand me with the scent of a beast's dirt?
Why push me toward withering away?
Are you not human?