I am but a soft structure
no one cares about my feelings and thoughts
I am invisible
easy to step over, complete for a break, it won’t hurt
it won’t take long.
I am not a sculpture
even though I am used as one, with the feature of robots
I am for entertainment, a slave
seen as a prize, for a valuable collection, they hunt
they want me to be theirs, to belong.
I don’t have any powers, no will of my own
how long will they keep me, I don’t know
I have struck a bone
am I supposed to be even alive now?
You are what you are, there is no changing it
that’s what I have always thoughts
over and over, like a prayer
that I should be grateful, that I should value it
the fact that I am allowed to walk
and I am playing for my life, and now I am just a player.