Turtle Part II

It hurts to remain a turtle. People will still say I’m slow.
That I bring bad luck. That I function as a pet and a part of an exotic meal.
Never heard because I can’t utter a sound.

That I really don’t have a purpose.

It hurts to be ridiculed

Always used in that negative metaphor

No matter how I fight

It’s still the same

It seems like I’m boxed forever

In this empty cellar made for me

With features I will never lose

Forever will stay

I am still slow

I still carry my ugly shell on my back

I bring bad luck to the Chinese

But, sorry, folks,

I guess I’ll be crawling on

Your tombs before I die…

150 years or more,

Can any human beat that?