i could
be nice, or kind, or at least open to everyone i meet
i could
have smooth, soft hair that people cant help but stroke
i could
know my own opinion and speak it, hushing myself
when those i love tell me its been too much
i could
lay in the sunlight and appreciate the beauty of nature
i could
cuddle for warmth
i could
lick my wounds, and sweets, and salt from the skin of those who hold me close
i could eat one bite at a time. sitting down. chewing carefully.
wherever i find myself, i could settle for nothing less than a comfortable seat.
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