Born to Be Consumed

"We get one for the kids." Spoke the mom.

"It's just more work." Spoke the dad.

I? I get no say in it at all.

They call me many things, and by the way I look. I am judged.

I don't smell, my ancestors. They would be long dead if they did.

But, my excrement still does, just like yours. So I'm called smelly, dirty. Not that I can help it, I don't have a toilet that flushes.

And, so through the bars of this cage, I can do nothing as I watch my life go by. The kitchen, the living room, it's fun the first couple of day's sure but, there's nothing here. It's boring.

If I'm scared and, I bite out of defense.

I be called blaimed and called bad. Even when I'm only prey and, try to defend myself. It's in my nature. I don't want to be bad, I want to be good.

What they feed me here, is bad for me and, I wished I could tell them that tell them that.

But, me being me, it is that I cannot speak. I am born to spend my whole life mostly silent. Only in extreme distress do I scream. Screaming, means telling where you are, it attracts others. It invites danger.

I give off other signals easily to understand for the ones of my species but, the humans? They don't understand it.

Company's have long decided the narrative of what and, how I should be. Everything from my diet, to my living conditions to how well I am sold after all I am just the product that consumes them because, that's there is their profit model.

If I could speak I would tell, you.

Exactly how I felt about it but, I can't I spend my life in silent.

They, the humans they call me cute, cuddle perfect for the kids? But, I am not for kids at all. Their to loud, to energetic for me. It makes me scared and, anxious.

I get posted on social media, as a prop. To harvest views but, they barely check how I feel about it. Based on their assumptions.

A friend for your dog, cat. Are you crazy?

I am just a prey, don't put me with blood thirsty predators. Just because, your an apex predator where they obey you, doesn't mean it's safe for me.

I'm scared... and I am alone, I haven't seen anyone like me since I was a kid. Just a few weeks old.

I don't cry, I don't have the tears to.

So I sit, and, watch the prison holding me, is to small. I can't run in here, I have so much energy. I want to play, I want to be feel at peace, but I can't.

The water here isn't any good, they say it's good for me but, that's a lie. It's plastic, it's a bacterial breeding ground.

Yet, even after this I am considered to be lucky and, it's right in a way.

Other's like me their known to be used, tested for the needs of humans.

Humans, they often speak about their rights. How the world has been so cruel.

Well what about our rights then? There's a law for humans, to be not a test subject, yet they breed us. Human's have law against violence, yet we are hunted for sports.

Sometimes humans, try and, speak up for us but, the moment they try brings it, up it gets ridiculed, called and we be called yummy.

Good in a stew, extra good with a bit, of spice our of my species suffering doesn't matter because, it doesn't affect them.

They don't know what's like and, then they call themselves an empathetic species?

Yeah right.

So why am I sitting here then? Nearly forgotten in this cage, a nice present for Easter. To be used as a toy for the kids?

As for me? Well all I am just a rabbit. A product to be consumed, eaten, played with our to be bred. That's the modern life of a rabbit.