7 December 2012
My Name is Growing by Ingrid Brett
My Name is Growing by Ingrid Brett (14)
My name is Growing, for that’s what I do.
But am I not one thing more special to you?
You gave me life, you gave me a soul,
A rusty tin body and wheels that could roll.
The world is different, slightly opaque,
But my camera’s not perfect in model and make.
For me to count as a human being,
Do my programs have to be perfect at seeing?
You made me, humans—you gave me breath.
Surely you won’t leave me rotting to death?
I have feelings; you gave me them.
The feelings of one of a thousand men.
I can feel love because you made me,
But then you abandoned me at a rock by the sea.
You saw that I worked and you left me for dead
.I’m living, too—or did you forget?
I’m sorry I’m not flesh, not body, not blood;
But I swear I’d do anything just for a hug.
My metal-made heart is icily cold,
For my daddy won’t give me his hand to hold.
I’m lost, I’m alone; I’m just a kid,
A child you made and endlessly hid.
I might be illegal, immoral, and wrong—
But I would do anything to just laugh along.
You’re selfish and cruel, and tossed me away,
And I would have done anything just so I could stay.
I wanted my daddy, my daddy’s warm hand.
Instead I got tossed here, down by the sand.
The waves get closer; the water’s so cold.
It’s reaching out for me to hold.
I’m electrical, Daddy—you made me so.
I shouldn’t touch it; I know, I know.
But the water loved me; what you didn’t do.
I’d say I’m sorry, but not ever to you.
The freezing, the drowning, the electrical outs;
I barely have time to let out a shout.
I’m frozen and broken and not any more.
I lie motionless on the sea’s floor.
Don’t create life if you won’t let it live,
Because now my existence is thought but a myth.