books and in memory. I may not be able to tell you how I feel, and the pain humans have caused me. Stereotypes are not the only thing that makes scars. Pollution, greenhouse gases hurt me, they make me cough, they destroy my lungs. If humans only knew that when my lungs die so do they. Garbage also kills me it adds toxins to my skin that if humans don’t stop the toxins will slowly kill them as well as their home. The water, and the creatures are dying and humans are like whatever. People think that bombs and war are the only answers and only after war do they realize they were wrong. Humans destroy me, leave me with scars, without thinking of me, and only themselves. I may not be able to speak, but maybe the scars will help change the way humans think. Please. . .help. . .me. . .
Sincerely,