When you will tame me
You want to tame me
This wild beast
In the jungle
Intractable
Do you say
You want to soften me
To harness me
To control me
To make me useful
To cultivate me
As one kind of
A plant or a docile
Kind of an animal?
Domesticated and
Submissive?
Will you make me
Savageless?
Deprived of zest
And spiritless?
Serviceable shall
I be to you,
Harmless and
Rendered useful
For any master?
Tame me,
You cannot
I am born a lion
And I shall never
Be as tame as your
House cat,
I live in the wild
Now and you have
Known me by the
Same name when
We first see each
Other eye to eye
On the roof, I have
Assumed the
Fierceness of the
Mockingbird, and
No one has stopped
Me mimicking all
Of you- shy and coy,
Pusillanimous, gentle,
And so manageable
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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