Written by Zee Younus
Would you like to wear my skin?
Zip me open and climb right in?
Peel me from my veins and keep yourself warm and secure?
No? Well, are you sure?
Because it’s hard to believe you while you
Feast on faultless flesh you call your meat
The fleece of my fallen friends upon your feet
Friends, yes, my friends
The friends you skinned for comfort
The friends that can’t see their mothers
The friends who die for your stomach
My friends are unlike any others
My friends are mute
They can’t give consent
Real living creatures, or did you forget?
When you were washing our blood out of your sink,
Did you ever really think
That children are children
And not just things
And beings… are beings
No matter the vessel
Lives you ground up with a mortar and pestle
But maybe I’m being too harsh,
You need your b12
That’s why you reach for my friend on the shelf
It’s for your health, your physical self
Dairy is making you die inside
But it’s for your health, it’s for your health
It’s okay that you’re blinded by pride
Because bleeding babies is not your agenda
So why not wear my skin and eat my flesh?
Peel the layers until you see my beating heart
Take a bite of your mangled work of art
Let your animalistic tendencies soar
But “oh the injustice!” the masses will roar
Upheaval and anarchy
Because I am human
Sitting atop this bullshit hierarchy
My friends and I, we don’t agree
With loving eyes and internal screams
We whisper, we entreat,
A simple song, a basic plea
“Please just don’t kill me.”
See this poem performed here!