Arabian Horse Poem by Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah

I hate a horse looking at me.
He leads me into an enclosed body
almost mine, where there is no light or darkness,
no sound or silence, I am locked in
by this body and its reflection, I cannot describe its embodiment.
But insider here with unbridled energy,
rearing up on hind legs,
pounding the ground with hooves,
snorting proudly, and charging forward courageously,
I stare at the things of beauty.
I am purebred Arabian.
I am chestnut in colour for centuries of Bedouin tribes.
Stallions playing in the snow.
I quickly fall in love with your beauty and boastfulness,
a unique gracefulness!
Can I earn your trust?
I neigh with glee in response to your smile on the wall.