You have not had to feel the pain
Been trapped in a place that does not feel like your home
Or talked at like you were nothing
You have not had to take the beatings
And day out
Simply because you are who you are
You have not had to understand that
Every moment is precious
Because living here
In this skin
Every breath could be your last
Have you watched your mother being dragged away from you as she screamed for you until she had no voice?
What is the last thing you remember about your siblings?
Is it the tears in their big, hopeful eyes as you were ripped away from each other?
You have not had to face the hands and voice of the large man
His hungry eyes set upon you like a meal
As he gives you more food than one could physically consume
You have not had to be afraid that every minute could be your last
And you do not care that this could be mine.
Why do you decide my fate simply because you cannot learn to control what goes on your plate?
Why do you not care?