No Gears
There are no gears beneath my fur,
no wires
no batteries
no computer chips.
Underneath, I am made
of muscles
heart
brain
blood,
the very same parts
that you are made of.
I am not a machine
but a living being
with all the senses
and feelings
that life has given me
My muscles can ache
my heart feel love
my brain think
my blood flow
If you touch me,
I feel it.
If you scold me,
I hear it.
If you love me,
I know it.
Before you abuse me,
run experiments,
or use me as food,
please remember
that I can feel too.
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