I am a soft structure

no one cares about my feelings and thoughts

I am invisible

easy to step over, completely to break, it won’t hurt



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

I don’t have any power, no will of my own



how long will they keep me, I don’t know

I have struck a bone

am I supposed to even be alive now?



You are what you are, there is no changing it

that’s what I have always been taught

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 a player.



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