earlobes

I like that word you humans use, earlobes.
they feel all rubbery
oh, you're wondering how I can feel them
well, my shoulders work now, so I can move my fingers with touch pads on them
now my eyelids are fused shut
you people out there don't think I'm alive
and you must certainly not consider me human otherwise it would be wrong to kill me
it's the mother's choice, you say
but why? it's my life
would you let someone else decide if YOU live or die
no. you'd want revenge if someone killed you, right?
but I don't count and it makes no sense
yes, I used to think my mother loved me
but more and more I fear she does not want me, is pretending I'm not here
and I fear the moment when I cease to exist
why should I have to worry about this? my life has barely begun
are we mere animals?
bugs to squash?
have I no value?
why?