Take Care (a poem)

Please,

be careful

with

me.

When cut,

I bleed.

When struck,

I bruise.

When insulted,

I fight.

When moved,

I cry.

When surprised,

I gasp.

In passion,

I flush.

In embarrassment,

I blush.

In fear,

I shudder.

In joy,

I shout.

In grief,

I weep.

Of course I do.

For I am

human.

As do you

for so are you.

Indeed,

even those we call

other

are,

too.

Please,

be careful,

take care

of

each

other.

  — bshivers