#103 Freeform - Cyborg

She's not fully human. At least not any more.

Not since involuntarily gave up a finger or four

And the rest of her hand, her thumb and her palm

Her wrist, elbow and shoulder - but please remain calm



For she means you no harm. For they built her anew

A limb to replace where she once had too few

Not fully flesh, she calls herself cyborg with a gleam

While brightly her arm reflects the smile of a sunbeam



"It's fantastic" she'd say "I'd recommend the experience

Loosing a limb is a testament to my stronger limbs' perseverance

I've got rid of the weak, only the better remain

And look I got to replace where I once had to feel pain"



It's shiny, though slightly dulled from substantial use

From having being subjected lovingly to generous abuse

It can't do everything a human arm can, but also vice-versa

She has strength she never had before - they call her "bear" or "ursa"



But this girl ain't stuck in the constellations, quite the reverse

She's loving life on earth with her gift, and never calls it a curse

And feels nothing but confusion, is even saddened slightly

When others express sympathy, of course doing so politely



"Think of all the things she'll never do. The sensations she wont enjoy.

Think how isolated she'll feel when she holds hands with a boy

She can't knit or crochet, can hardly catch a ball

It's painful to watch her eat, how does she enjoy life at all?"



And these words do annoy her, partially the obvious assumption

But mostly because she feels she has no problem with consumption

She worked hard for straight months to practice technique

Enjoying the challenge of every new skill she should seek



They don't see, can't see, how her life could be better now

The admire her bravery, without seeing it's genuine somehow

And if offered the chance to switch back? She'd know right away

She'd still be the cyborg. She prefers it this way.

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