Forgetting A Bear As A Person - Poem by brandy vogeding
I am a bear
I am tall and people will use words
Like gracious, or majestic
to describe me
My muscles ripple, my impact shakes me
Shakes my blackness, shakes my bulk
Shakes my very self
Big. Strong. Black.
But I am cunning, I am cunning,
Not really black. I am brown.
Sometimes I wonder why nobody notices
the fierceness of my intellect
my shyness, my fairness of nature
Or remembers when I was soft, soft
And I was young, and naive, and people
Wanted to pluck me out of those woods
And take me home
Forgetting I grow claws, claws
I grow thick armor fur, I grow fat
I grow up a black bear in white woods
White oak, white pine, blonde woods
I am the first and only of my kind here
And no one will remember my golden, hazel,
brown, green, amber eyes
Nor the light that dances there
They will remember I am tall
That I am majestic, yes, that I have bulk
that my muscles ripple, and my claws-
though I usually keep them sheathed-
they will remember.
But what will you?
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