Counting

I don’t count, yet I can count. One, I have a brain and can ask questions and solve problems. I can see your lies, and you are terrified of me. Two, my body is not like yours. I can have babies and you hate my power to harbor life. Three, I have empathy for other humans. You call me weak and say you are strong because you put yourself first. Four, I will last longer than you.

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