“The Contradictories of Becoming Human: or How I Started Breathing”

I talked too much again.

I was the bustling, bubbling lap dog

The party crowded around.

I barked and begged for the spotlight,

Anticipating the gentle hand of acceptance.

Unfortunately the world doesn’t take too kindly

To wolves with face paint.

Like roadkill, I am exposed to the elements.

The flood came and went

And now I’m a flopping fish.

Pathetically clinging to bait, like an unsuspecting bass.

Or maybe I’m the eagle that scoops it up first,

Swallowing it whole, swiftly dancing in the sky,

Calling everyone for a grand opening of my heart,

But I think I’ll stay inside, out of the plummeting rainfall,

For I am just a domesticated dog of a girl

With a chained mind and a soul of gold.