Humanity Poem by Camille Briski
Humanity
I am not empty, or at
least, I don't feel it
I don't feel it.
But even having someone so beautiful does not
satisfy me.
I hope, I pray
that I'm just human.
Greedy, scavanger.
I take what I find
Throw aside what is mine.
I am empty.
I must be empty.
I am hurting a heart, but mine doesn't skip a beat.
I don't feel anything.
I don't feel it.
Humanity is a sick word.
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