I stand up for animals.
I stand up for them because someone has to be the voice they don’t have.
I stand up for animals because I cannot ignore that fact that they suffer at the hands of humans.
I stand up because I will not take the life out of a creature that has more love than the humans who killed it,
Just for the hunger in my stomach.
I stand up because there is another way to stop that hunger in my stomach.
I stand up for animals because that steak on your plate,
That piece of flesh had a face, and a heart, and a mind, and a soul.
That piece of “meat” was a baby.
That baby was taken away from their mother as soon as they were born.
That mother cried, and that mother fought against the metal bars she was trapped within.
That mother broke out all of her teeth chewing on those metal bars to try to save her baby.
That mother would never bring a baby into her world because she knows their fate,
She has to see that fate every time she has a baby, but she has no control.
She does not know the face of her baby’s father,
She never met him.
I stand up because that mother’s cries cannot be heard by the ignorant man in the boots.
I stand up because my voice might just be heard.
It might, if I yell loud enough.
If I fight hard enough,
For that mother and her baby,
I stand up.