It’s a cruel gift
Giving self-awareness
To something finite
To a human child
According to science
A two-year-old knows
They’re not a part of the world
They are their own self
The thing is
Just an organism made of two cells
Is affected by its mother
Her food, work, poison
Yet it just exists
Chemicals coursing around
Not knowing the pain
Of reactions and extractions
Then after birth
Two years in a limbo
Most important years
We don’t remember
The synapses created
Action-reaction learned
You have to fight through
You realise you ARE
Self-awareness is a course
Of finding out
That we have a beginning
But also, an end
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