Do we not matter?

Do we not seek our maker?

When you see us, do you see a soul?

Or an empty sack of skin?

Are you looking all that hard?

Ignoring your eyes and trusting your heart?

Or blissfully ignoring the truth?

Accepting ignorance and blind testimonies?

You degrade us; acting as if we had no feeling

Stepping on us as if we had no fight

We struggle for a reason,

Clinging to everything, begging for respect

Is this our fate?

Our future?