Broken Code
The life of a robot with a broken code in modern society.
“I am not a robot”,
I cry after another day
of trying to prove it
to everyone around me.
In the back of my mind,
I know this is a reassurance.
Who would want to be nothing more
than a copy and pasted
generic line of code?
“Me”, whispers the back of my mind.
The part of me that wishes to be like them.
The part of me that is tired
of having to choose between myself
and who the world expects me to be.
I was programmed to love stuffed animals,
because how else can I own a dinosaur?!
I was programmed to love cartoons,
because sometimes they understand
the things I needed people to understand
when I was their target audience.
I was programmed to love people,
no limits involved.
I was programmed for a life without limits,
because I was programmed with open eyes.
Life. Is. Magic.
It is a beautiful thing,
I am a beautiful thing,
Living a beautiful experience.
“I am not a robot”, I whisper
After many years
Of trying to prove it to myself.
I am more.
I am power,
I am magnificence,
I am kind, warm.
I am evolved.
My programming is not flawed,
my code not broken.
It is not limited,
but infinite.
I am infinite.
About the Creator
Lizzy Rose
Hello! I'm Lizzy, a poet and fiction/fantasy writer. I've been creating fiction since I was a child, making up and acting out stories. I started writing my stories when I was 9, and poetry when I was 11!
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