Barely Human – By Kassie-Anne Kalloo

There’s a part of me that forgets I’m human

and it fabricates emotions,

Telling me I feel them.

Convincing me rather.

So that I don’t have to struggle to believe something so

Far out of reach.

I am a practical thing,

Tactile,

But, my feet don’t quite touch the floor

And there are clouds around my eyelids that prevent me

That protect me

From sight.

I talk to the sun and thank it for its warmth,

That kisses my skin each day;

I give it my sweat in return

One substance for another.

To live was a bargain between realms

Lustfully coveting one capability over another

Resting my cheek on what never belonged to me

And never will.

There’s parts of me that knows i’m not human

But they remain hushed, like the undertones of the wind

But they speak

But they speak

And I hear nothing else.