it’s a small ball of emotion
wrapped in skin and dropped
into the world and told to live.
it’s a sack of skin, quite large,
that holds within a brain,
an organ for thinking, rarely used.
it’s a beating heart, normal and healthy,
which hits against a cage
and pains the skin, keeps it alive.
it’s a pair of eyes, coloured and deep,
that stare at the world and absorb
and wander and claim for their own.
it’s a human, not too different from the others,
built and grown the same way.