There's pressure behind my eyes
It's not quite crying but straining
Not sad or happy, It's bittersweet
Grapefruit tart puckered face
Anxiety when meeting a slow pace
Fear of touching trees, muddy knees,
I want to walk on hooves,
And the earth could reply
Clicks and clacks, crunch and crush
Want to nibble on carrots and
Pretend I'm a deer
But no secret place
No where to go, where to hide,
No Space to bend my mouth to the ground
Delicately pick up food with my teeth.
To nosh and grind, sputter particles about
Never be human, or be human but not
Groped and groomed by society and such.
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