Human Animal

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The lash across my back,
makes red my brilliant black.
The venom in those eyes,
transmitted by my sighs.

And I remember
grief-stricken mother
watching helplessly as “human” arms
dragged me overseas
to till this land not Ours.

I await the utterance of that word;
the justification of my maltreatment

His lips twist ,
into a snarl,
His raised fist,
the guttural growl;

He has hands and arms:
I have hands and arms.
He has legs and feet:
I have legs and feet.

I search in vain for my non-existent tell-tale tail

I examine his torso
and touch its tinted reflection beneath my shirt.

But when I look into his eyes
They are full of hatred
They are full of bloodlust
yet he calls me

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Charcoal said...
Sept. 29, 2013 at 4:01 pm
I love this poem and the meaning behind it. I can't wait to read more of your writing.
Sam_Dawn_Richi This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 5, 2013 at 8:29 pm
This is a great poem with a great message.
SpyceChik replied...
Jan. 7, 2013 at 10:46 am
Thanks! I'm glad you like it!
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