Come and see me with your weaker eye*

You see me here
between the lines
and you don't even
close those eyes
at the fluorescence
- the lies -
that encage you.

Why did God give you
the ability to cry
when he knew
that right here
and right now
I would give you the reason to.

I stand before
the cage
that keeps you,
and I can't help
but hope
that you can
hate me.

God,
at the very least,
should have given you
what is rightfully yours.



*Dedicated to Flubbo (or "Flubs" as she would like to be called), and to every other mistreated pet and animal in the world. I would say "I'm sorry" to you (Flubs), but even the unintentional implication of asking for forgiveness would further the injustice I have done to you ... the justice I have failed to provide for you. May you find a better life elsewhere ...