From clay I was created as you since your
Creation is written, the only difference my
Creator couldn’t breath life into me is, as he was
Created he was given the gift to only procreate.

From clay I was created as you, as you I fall and I cry,
Look at me closely you’ll see I also appear scars yet
The harder I fall I break but I can never know about you
As I was never given one of those senses to feel.

From clay I was created as you, I have heard one says
“Their broken” yet again I had no sensation to apprehend
This as I was never given the gift of the mind, I know once
I am broken I can be refurbished by those who sees my
Worth yet I can’t hide my scars.

From clay I was created as you, then again I can never
Understand when you speak of your scars because
I was told mine can only be physical, confused again
Because I swear I once saw my master hide hers with
Powder same as I get painted.

From clay I was created as you, from what I know I have
Never self-inflicted this scars as I was never given the
Ability to self-mobilize yet I can never understand how
Come you became this broken, look at me no matter how
Broken I am as long there’s those who cultivate me and
Recreate me into a bird, I can never fly but imagine the
Feeling this bond creates with in me