a Poem by Raquel Swann
Am I a joke to you?
A jester for your court?
I’m not who you think I am…
Forcing my retort.
I seek escape from you.
You’re holding me back.
I’m not the clown but,
The dog who is on the attack.
Prepare yourselves,
My life is not a game.
A day of reckoning of which,
You’ll never be the same.
Content in the bed I made,
Sleeping without a care,
Prodding with your stick,
You had to poke mama bear.
