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.”