Becoming Human

Can I become human?

Have you heard of the little girl down the road?
Aquamarine and sparkling like stars.
As she walks, rocks crack against her body.
At once she feels and does not.

The little girl once asked me a question.
Can I become human?
I laughed at her. Laughed.
No you can’t.

No tears fled her shining eyes.
She accepted it as a truth she had always known.
I see. Thank you. Then she smiled.
Her lips faltered as she ran away.

I never understood the vitriol, the hatred.
Of a little girl, who happened to be blue.
Children were violent, monstrous.
Actions taught by adults disowning gaze.

Once I asked her, do you have parents?
She shook her head. I can’t remember.
Do I need parents to be human? She asked.
Chuckling in answer, of course you do.

The little girl curled up on doorsteps.
Hoping that someone would take her in.
She’d be woken by kicks and curses
Never crying, she tried a new house day after day

No one would take her in
Besides, maybe me, but,
The little girl disappeared
Before I ever did

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