Escapee

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She rises

Every morning

She gets back up again

Maybe you thought

She’d become your

Beast of burden

Maybe you thought

Her body was your home

Your property

But you were just a visitor

And you overstepped

Your bounds.

You couldn’t tame her

She is not meant to be

Fully domesticated

You couldn’t breed

The wildness out of her

And her fierceness

Scared the hell out of you.

Now you’re riding a new beast.

She seems docile enough,

Unthreatening.

She may tolerate

Your whippings, your

Bit and bridle

The reins

You use to steer her…

You might ride this one for a bit

Until she becomes old and fat and slow

But the one you left

Is still wild

You couldn’t break her

And every morning she rises

And runs with the sun and wind

And feels her free blood in her veins

And celebrates her escape

From your slavery

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