Identity Poem by Sami Wen

Let them be as puppies
always loved, praised, sheltered,
but never really allowed to do exactly what they want.

I’d rather be a wild, scrawny foal,
romping for fun like a toddler out to have the time of his life
Kicking up his heels with nothing immediate to live up to.

To have been born into the vast world of freedom,
to live spontaneously, to constantly be alert for danger.
To follow the rules of the wild,
running in sync with my family with no particular place in mind
Or just to the comfort of my mom’s side.

I’d rather be always able to roll in the mud, and if then considered “dirty”,
than to be a well groomed, “perfect” puppy,
born with only the goal of making people happy,
where they are then guarded, handled, and sold
by selfish, “hot-shot” homeosapiens.

I’d rather let instinct and soul always guide me, even if it is from danger
than be ordered around by the “master” being.
If I could live my own life, majestic and free,
I’d rather be a wild, scrawny foal.