To Be Human

I’m a living robot. An android with flesh, skin, bones, a heart. Human on paper and yet, To be a human, What does that mean? Perhaps to think for yourself, Make your own choices-- Have flaws for the sake of Individuality, freedom. I rise at a perfect mirror, With perfect makeup and hair. Clipping a perfect pink bow Standing in a perfect pink dress; All of which were chosen for me. “What beautiful brown hair, Don’t ruin it with colors.” “What beautiful fair skin, Don’t ruin it with the sun.” “What a beautiful thin body, Don’t ruin it with food.” In the midst of this bittersweet mix Of obedience and perfection, To call me a human-- It’s not right.Finally. I was asked: “For whose sake do you breathe?” What’s possibly the point Of breathing for others If they can breathe for themselves? And for the first time, A useless machine like myself Thought for herself: For whose sake Do I breathe? Is it for my own sake? I feel my body, Battered and bruised, Turned into a tool Willingly, For seventeen years, Reach the extent. I feel this body, Grow tired. Perhaps I should Pick her up, Care for her, Love her. To be a human, Isn’t that beautiful?