Am I Not?

What do you have with my type?
Am I not like everyone else?
I live like her,
I talk like her;
The she woman of tomorrow...

Why must you turn your head from what's in front of you?
Am I not visible like everyone else?
I'm conspicuous in so many ways.
I'm open to your world,
I'm sitting on a ladder before you.

Only wishful thinking could allow me to get rid of you.
Destroy you so you could understand...
Am I not evil?

So my hair doesn't flow like the river.
My eyes are not transparent and bright like the sun
My skin not plastered with pure white lilies,
Yet my heart is strangely well off.
Blind folded, you grope in your own darkness
Oblivious to what's in front of you.
Am I not anchored?

I don't float away and never come back.
You grasp everything around you except me.
You could never get what you want,
Only coming in times of need.
Am I not respected?
Am I not a person?

One day I'll disappear and I'll make you cry and beg.
And I'll grasp everything around you and except you,
And forget you...
Then will I not be like you...?

BY Abigail Hinds

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