Deformed Creatures

Humans born healthy We converse all the time Humans born deformed We avoid all of them Your body's crippled, your face deformed Your hand's mutilated, your skin's burnt My body's well-shaped, my face is striking My hand's delicate, my skin's very neat I can't see in your eyes Why don't you look at me? You don't belong in our society You belong in a closed sanatorium I'm shocked by your body You're angry at our refusal