To be human is a social construct who’s criteria matches the collective.

I am not human.

I do not wish to have anything more to do with humanism.

I am all other species because I think. I breathe. I feel.

We are sentients.

And, like each and every other than human species, i fight for my kind, which is all kinds.

I fight for my family, which is all kinds.

I fight for my loved ones, which are all kinds.

I would lay my life on the line.

And so, I state as poly-species herbivore;

I do not seek to find solace in ‘human’ systems of oppression…

Human structured religion is no where for me.

Like all other than human kinds, I do not blindly align.

I do not long for affiliation inside the human collective.

This human hell is not of my construction…those right angles, and asphalt, those are not mine.

I am no master.

I am no god.

Nor, do I have either.

I live inside this structured society as an outlier.

I use the human tools available to me as I plod forth toward total liberation.

I am goat, swine, steer…

I am raccoon, pigeon, gopher….

I am trout, canary, tortoise…

et al