Wednesday, March 20, 2013

From Life to Death: Poem


Lauren Street

English II

Ms. McKoy

15 March 2013

From Life to Death

“Come on you stupid hag, you’re only five years old.”

The girl was trying to make me jump!

“Just get on with the show, my friends are getting cold.”

I haven’t been trained, I’ve never even jumped. Not even a little hump!

 

She jumped off my back and walked away

My reins were handed to a stable boy

He gave me a brush down while I ate some hay

“You don’t deserve this boy, I’m sorry it’s this way.”

 

The next day I was put in a big metal box

“Ha, you stupid horse. I’ll get a better one!”

I didn’t know where I was going and I felt as small as a fox.

I just wanted to please someone and be told I’m the one.

 

I was standing in the pen with a dozen other horses.

I didn’t know why we were here

I heard yelling and someone said “HE’S THE MAIN COURSE!”

All these men were staring and sipping their beer

 

“Going once, going twice, SOLD!!!!”

I had just been bought by a man in yellow

I just knew his heart was cold

“Come on, take your horse. You there! Young fellow!”

 

I was shoved in another metal box

Only this time it was already crowded

This time I had as much room as a fox

We were all tied up and bounded

 

They didn’t even give us time to get to our feet

They whipped us to go in the direction they wanted

I was just standing, getting whipped and beat

I had been here only an hour, but my thoughts were already haunted

 

They pinned my down and put a nail in my head

Next they stripped me of my skin

“Come on” I thought, I already wish I were dead

I even wish I were back in that pen

 

After I thought it was over, they hurt me more

No one deserves this, not even the worst

I was trembling all the way down to the core

I guess no one loves me; I should have known that at first

 

I was hung up by my hooves

This is it I guess, but I had no goodbyes to give

My journey is not going to improve

It just is not my time to live

 

I closed my eyes and started to drift

This is it

Why me? What did I do wrong?

All I ever wanted to do was give someone lucky all my love

1 comment:

  1. Lauren, I really like your blog topic. You can tell by all of your work that you are passionate about your topic. With you being a horse lover yourself, It makes your work extra credible. I enjoyed your poem because you did it from the horses perspective. That is hard to capture, since we are extremely different from them, but if we could hear what they thought I think your poem captured it perfectly. Do you want to take your research further after this project is done?

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