The Hitchhiker

I’m a hitchhiker

in a human vessel.

A stowaway soul

in skin I didn’t choose.

Ashamed

not of myself,

but of the species I’m trapped among.

They are cruel.

Lost.

Devouring each other

for pieces of paper and illusions of control.

They kill for greed,

lust for power,

unable to see past

the narrow frame of want.

This species

corrupted.

Twisted by the first sin:

Envy.

That green-eyed specter

beat out reason,

beat out grace

and now

it beats the drum

of greed and lust

they march to.

I watch.

I ache.

But I do not belong.

I will not become

what they call “human.”