Domestication
You cannot put a collar
on a wild animal
How can you call me yours
When I sleep under trees
And bathe in the rain
Drag me by a leash
And I will snap and snarl
I bite the hand that feeds me
Corner me and see
Call me your friend
I will naw my own leg off
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Anger & it's Vices
Poetry"I've carried this anger for half my life I'm placing it down" Short poems from the years I'm now trying to heal from.
