I have been defined mindless by my owners.
I had expert owners especially in measurements.
Because they were able to measure everything in my life.
My hair color, my scarf color, and my clothes color.
My hair, my eyes, and my lips color had a visibility measurement.
My voice, my scream, my smile, and my emotions had volume.
I was not capable of thinking, so they did it.
Aren’t they kind and merciful?
However, they forgot to keep an eye on me.
I dared to break the measurement rules.
I raised my voice volume on one of my owners.
I dared to question their rules,
But they did not give up.
They punished me to remind my fellows to not underestimate them.
They were expert on punishing too.
They knew how to torture me harshly.
They kicked me, put me on fire and throw my body in the trash.
They were enjoying from torturing me.
I saw the joy of satisfaction in their eyes.
I heard their laughs sound.
I heard their shouting for inviting others to join them.
I was in pain, but I was happy.
Because I could insult them.
I was in pain, but that pain was joyful.
I smiled to the owners to make them angrier.
I smiled because I could break all measurements rules.
My curly and long hair was visible.
I could scream and laugh as much louder as I want.
I was smiling because I could experience the joy of them.
I felt what it means to free.
Finally, I realized my owners were not clever.
Because they could not realize that their rules broke when I was born.
Isn’t this realization enough to succumb?
