My life was a miracle, an advance in technology
I was taken advantage of, without a thought of me.
I grew up in a test tube.
I grew up on a farm.
I never had parents, but I have my other self.
I had loving parents, and now I have another self.
Everyone loves me, I'm the center of attention.
I was left in the dust.
I am an exact copy of someone else.
I'm not unique, my individuality was stripped from me.
I am a guide for others to follow, I set an example.
My purpose has been served, I am useless.
I am a sheep!
I am a sheep.
Hear my baaaa!
Hear my sob.
Copyright 1999 - Rachel Helgason. You may redistribute this for personal use only (if aren't sure
if that means you, it doesn't) with my name attached.