The Troubled Life of Nim Chimpsky
Stolen from your mother
Who turned her back at your birth,
Shielding you from grabbing hands of humans,
Who raised you as their own.
Dressed in overalls,
Fed lavish meals,
Nestled as a child,
Taught sign language.
Given images of chimps and people
You placed yourself with humans.
Then abducted again.
Moved to a windowless lab,
Drilled by grad students,
After never ending language classes,
You began to bite your caretakers.
Abandoned to live in a cage,
With chimps for the first time,
Your silent hands, limp and wordless.
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