When I look at you

When I look at you, I see my eyes

I see my hopes and my desires

I see my fears and my doubts

When I look at you, I see my heart

I see the fierce love and the undying loyalty

I hear the pounding of heartbeats

I hear the heartbreaks and the pain

When I look at you, I feel my soul

I feel the deep compassion and the empathy

I feel the longing and the naivety

I sense the despair and the wariness

When I look at you, I see humanity

I see a person trying their best

I see the wild, big dreams

For I dream them, too

And I love like you do

I care like you do

I hurt like you do

I bleed like you do

I live like you do

I die like you do

So why do you call me different?

Where is the difference?

That I cannot see

What makes you worthy of living?

That you seem to think I am not worthy

What right do you have to happiness?

That you deem I should not have

For when I look at you

I see an equal, a human being

Made of soft flesh and fragile bones

Not steel that can take anything

So how, then, can you believe you have

The right to kill another human being?

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Thank you for reading!

Bahora Saitova