I Am More

I am more than a genetically modified organism That was constructed for scientific research. I am more than just pretty colors and silly talking tricks Caged upon this perch. My body was created for a purpose Other than your dinner plate. Why must you kick and hit, scream and scold Then lock me for hours in this lonely crate? My soul cries out as I am forced to work Beyond my strength and will. Although I push with all my might, You are only standing still. I am more than just a breeding factory Giving birth to endless brood. Only for my children to be torn from me And sold away as food. How would you feel if someone cut away your hair And turned it into a coat? Only for a thoughtless soul To parade around and gloat. That overpriced purse you clutch Was constructed from my skin. For years I’ve been living in restrictive pain. I’m starting to wear thin. I’m more than your convenience Your entertainment or nutrition. I have feelings. I have desires. I even have ambition.