i’m not a man but i can impersonate one.
i came up with the chickens and they moved on to nourish, i came up with the insects, and they sprouted wings and flew away. i watched the seeds take root and bare fruit.
but here i sit not able nourish, not able to fly away nor take root and bare fruit.
they can’t see me because their minds can’t override their beliefs.
ironclad thought patterns are dangerous, and words need not be spoken, i am condemned, relegated to the bottom of the ship.
they can’t see me, but they project me.
i’m just another one, vaguely familiar and strangely contorted.
my achievements are reduced to nothing much, my heights are flush with the ground.
i have one emotion, and that is searing hate.
i am a monster with dreams of becoming a monstrosity.
i can see through my eyelids.
i hate the sun that gives light that makes life.
hot poison travels though my veins in search of release.
i hate the man, woman and child before they hate me.
with development now arrested i am part animal, their vision now realty.
i won’t take my bow until this Earth is petrified, and they see me.
This one is for No Black Pete’s piece in the comment section.