Plenty of fish in the sea

I am not another fish
I am not here to bite your hook or to be pulled onto your boat
I'm not here to dangle from your hand like a prize in photos
To lie next to beer cans and big trucks and trophies and other fish
I am not another fish 
I am not for your eyes
I am not for you to catch and release, to weigh, to hold onto
I am not here for industrial companies that poison oceans and make handbags out of polar bear cubs
And I am not here for sweet single fishermen who use organic bait and volunteer at food shelves
If I am a fish in your eyes, then you are a fisherman in mine