Wayward
Poetry
Published in
Feb 6, 2024
I shouldn’t be this prideful.
Any leftovers thrown at me, I should take.
Me, a stray dog with no master,
sniffing the trash for sustenance to find.
And yet,
Here!
I demand devotion and attention!
I shouldn’t be this prideful.
Any leftovers thrown at me, I should take.
Me, a stray dog with no master,
sniffing the trash for sustenance to find.
And yet,
Here!
I demand devotion and attention!
Finding inspiration in movement. Searching for identity.