Human Kind

I don’t think I can handle being a human,

breaking sticks,

pressing daisies,

having a rabbit foot for good luck,

snuffing out ants that trek on the sidewalk,

being the bull in a China shop,

in a constant state of chaos as they reach to stop beautiful things from breaking

to only break beautiful things.

But maybe, that’s why I am a human,

because I cannot live

being unkind

to those I share this world with,

so I am gentle, and apologize, when I do break something,

muttering eulogies for the bugs that I step on.

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Art found on Pinterest.