Wild Womans Wanted
March 11, 2010 at 09:54 The hand-lettered sign said
Wild Woman's Wanted
We all laughed but then I paused
To consider whether I qualified.
I have been broken.
Domesticated.
Reined in.
I no longer side-step or shiver when saddled
Buck off riders
Or rear back with an angry snort
Pawing the air
Showing the fearsome whites of my eyes
When fenced in.
Instead I accept others' burdens and work.
I do as I should.
I graze with my head down.
I come on command.
I step into my stall
Put my head in a bucket
And let the door close behind me.
I have relinquished
My freedom and my power
For lumps of sugar
Sweet words in my ear
A soothing voice
A pat on the back
A comb in my hair
A roof over my head
At the end of the day.
"Wild Woman's Wanted"
Who’s laughing now?
(Photo from the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas, credited to i.imgur.com on reddit. Came to me via Granola-Grrrl via furiousball via rywright on Craig's List.)
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