Perspective Poem
I Am an Ear
I am an ear
I wonder what I’m used for
I hear weird noise
I see people walking around me
I want people to stop sticking needles through me
I am mad when people stick things through me
I pretend I can talk or see
I feel hurt when people make holes in me
I touch a head that is very soft
I understand that no one cares about me
I say people should care more about me
I dream that people will stop putting stuff on me
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