Under The Skin

• Isabella Walker, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

We’re monsters, birthed from the soil
Raised on power and pain
To believe that someday we’ll be anything more than human
Destruction is inevitable, it’s how we breed.
We breathe the smoke, we drink the wine.
It’s the humiliation keeping us alive.
We think we are superior, we think we deserve our rights.
But in the end we’re just animals who learnt to read and write
We are carbon copies, we are plagiarized,
Moulded from our ancestors, dying on the inside.
We’re not the heroes we could have been, we’re all identical, Under the skin.