I'm just your average fur seal pup
With gossamer fur and eyes of onyx.
My mum and dad are all I have,
And all they have is little me.
Sometimes at night they hold me close
And hide me under their stifling weight.
I never understood why they had to do that
Until it was a little too late.
You see, it's cold out here every night
And to survive the cold I have to fight.
My fur is my warmth, my inborn duvet.
Would you kill a man to get his blanket?
So lift up your eyes and look into mine,
What do you see besides profit and hide?
Is my life worth less than a branded fur coat?
How would you feel if your life was denied?
Priya Smita Selvarajoo
Photographer
