I wasn't made so different from you,
And I may seem not different still,
But the difference rests from within.
I could watch even over mountains
And hear, no matter how far the voice seemed
I could feel even the least airs blowing on my skin
And smell anything tho not scented.
I was that smiling flower at sunrise
That you could mistake me for a sunset at dawn
I was... the best of all... if I may say.

But them! ... they cut off my buds _
I couldn't bear my fruits any more
Voices filled with words of hatred
injured my ears
Actions injected with lustful vaccines
contaminated my eye sight
And their touches... those touches that smeared me with shame
killed my feelings
So tell me not of humanity
For i was left Senseless.



© Monica Nalumu