I am ashamed to be human
so much rather be a cat
beaten up, skinned to heart skips
loving from meal to meal
to thank
because I want to.

I am ashamed to count as a human being
I would rather have been stranded as an orca
with more love
blood smelling like sharp crystals
my children upside down above
my skull collapsing, harpoon trauma
yet the waves still know where we are heading
I have never longed for that choice.

I am ashamed of naively enduring life
ashamed of your scars, our sins, my dark circles around my eyes
reading Sun Tzu and Nietzsche
without thinking, but empathizing,
rejoicing inside until we die.

Somewhere there is still a spark of pride,
hope faith love
hating money, we are thieves of the heart.

Somewhere I learned something in the end.
If you ask me if I am ashamed to be me
I am so grateful, warm to the heart
let's leave this topic be for a while,
you little wonder, you.