This Dog Has A Name! Poem by YURI DURAAN

I was born subservient, subhuman and
submissive - answering to your
every command, wagging my tale
to the snap of your fingers,
playing dead when
you ordered me to do so –
I submersed myself and
suppressed the sublime
licking from your hands the crumbs
that secured my existence…
starved for your words and
acknowledgment…

until the moment your eyes united with
your hands and I saw my hope dying between
your fingers… dissolved in a heap of dust
beneath your feet,
finally being able to run into the night…
scarred, but free.