Let them be as horses, white in color.
Always fed, groomed, well guarded,
Harnessed by tight reins.
I'd rather be a mysterious black horse,
Flowing mane, like a lion's, flying over rough ground.
Where I began, a distant memory
Where I'll go, an interesting theory.
To have run along endless beaches
Through tall, long grasses.
To have paced myself,
Containment of a rider non-existent
To have run long and hard,
Alongside my family.
I'd rather be untamed,
mysterious
Than beautiful and majestic.
I'd rather have my anger
Than be sad all my life.
I'd rather be fast
And race across green seas
Than to be used as a rider's pleasure.
I'd rather have a sweeping mane,
Long enough to touch my tail
Than have it cut
Shorter than my ears.
I'd rather let my mane fly in tangles
Than ever have it tied up in bows.
Let them be tied up
And uncomfortable
I'd rather live my life out in the fields
Than be cooped up in a stall
I'd rather stick out in a crowd
Than blend in next to everyone else.
I'd rather be a mischievous black horse.
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Poems
PoesiaExactly what the title says, this i just a collection of poems. My poems, other poems, poems I like, poems you like, poems that are suggested by you, whatever. I want to make this into a huge collection of poems.
