Strawberry red blood

Spills grom my wounds

Reminding me

That I’m a human,

Not a robot.

If a robot

Is what I was,

Strawberry red blood

Would not spill

From these wounds I call

My own.

Smashed strawberries

Flow through my

Mortal veins,

A garden

In mt body.

I am not a robot

For a robot has no

Smashed strawberries

Flowing thick

Through their veins.

Strawberry red blood

In place of

Coding and wires.

I am not a robot,

For smashed strawberries

Flow thick

Through my

Mortal veinsz

Strawberry red blood

Spills from these wounds

I call my own.

Strawberries prove

I am no robot.