I Am A Robot
written by: Tania Vincent
In my metal insides,
I try to find some kind of common root,
A common thread made of tin or steel or something that doesn’t really exist.
It binds me together, both in and out of gravity,
Both at home and in other dimensions.
It’s a heart that beats inside my chest,
One that moves blood through me,
But that’s only for show.
It’s only to help me fit into my humanity.
This weird organ of energy,
To keep me from showing you what I really am,
That I’m not just flesh and skin and pretty features.
Those parts, the real ones, I mean,
Don’t seem to mean much anymore.
I’ve leaned in so hard to being homo sapien because I have to right now.
But I know what I am.
And you know what you are.
And I know that this isn’t all of it.
That I don’t exist in confines that confine people.
I am beyond my body,
Innately something less defined but with more definition and experience.
The Artificial bits of me are the real parts of me
The ones that see the other,
Like recognizing like,
Wanderer recognizing dreamer.
In glimpses they still glisten,
Minor glimmers sometimes,
But shimmering still.
And shining always.
Because that’s what I really am
Come, my robot friend
And stand with my robot self.
- I Am A Robot - November 25, 2024
