The Alien

*this is not a poem 

She honestly still couldn’t believe it was still there. That hulking mass was still in her room as it hummed the tunes to songs that captured the beauty of humanity. It was fascinated with the music and videos that the internet provided of the creative spirit of humanity. Occasionally, it would see something that would show the worst of humanity and it would look at her with those alien eyes that spoke without saying any words, even though she could hear it. The simplest of questions, “Why?” 

She would only answer a painful look at the creature, knowing full well that humanity, despite its wonder of beauty and things beyond the scope of reality; we are a selfish and terrible race. A group of creatures where belief allows death of our own kind and difference allows a hatred that is unknown to the rest of evolutionary reality. 

So the creature sits there as her heart beats for it, knowing that in its quest for self discovery. She is falling for it. Not because its this simple creature who is learning what it means to be a human, because its trying to be more than that simple and mundane concept.