My poem shows the contrast of how the morning of a person's day might go compared to the way a rabbit in a laboratories might go. There are almost two parts to the poem. The slightly relatable and normal beginning. You wake up, rub your eyes, have a good stretch, and then maybe apply a good morning lotion. We all have our morning routines and that's fair, but what people do not realize is that it is easy for us to apply that lotion and never think about exactly how it ended up here.

            The rabbits morning is going a lot different. They are in constant pain, their skin is being abused, and their eyes are so over tested they can hardly open them anymore. They are suffering through the aching of chemicals and products being forced in and on their body. They lead this horrible life all the way until they die a gruesome death. This poem is to represent the fine line these companies have made so that people do not realize what is being done. The consumers need to become more aware of the real problem that lays there as they put that product on their face. It may be safe for people to use, but it's being tested at the cost of many poor animals lives.