By Anonymous<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Could you call yourself a mare?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A stallion in the fields and pastures <\/p>\n\n\n\n
that graze over <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Girard and Broad<\/p>\n\n\n\n
in the nightly kind of weather,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that can chip a nail, or hoof.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I was born without features,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was begotten with the pride of man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I broke out into my run,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and made my strides in three,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
across the narrow lines that lie around <\/p>\n\n\n\n
my heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Raised by women, treasure<\/p>\n\n\n\n
told to grow man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mounted the gentle creature<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and take on the brunt of brands<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that you learn to .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The scar tissue made you less of a man,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but you had never seen that kind of land.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u201cSo let your mane down, you golden steed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Step into womanhood?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even in comfort, always made other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Man in britches,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Man in knee high boots.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Is Man weak? Feminine?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fucks other men?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stallion mounting stud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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You and I,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
we never asked to be anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We keep our lot to ourselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the eyes of Equus, you and I<\/p>\n\n\n\n
aren\u2019t anything we never asked to be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I\u2019ll spend my my time with the creatures,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the animals, the painted scenes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I grow tired of the labels and show names,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I grow tired of being man amongst women,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
woman amongst men.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Let me hold what is dear,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
it isn\u2019t bound to all your tongues and eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let me ride.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"