She is not here merely to entertain.
Your's, to ravenously devour
chew up and spit back
down to the ground,
from where you hoisted her
back-broken, beaten and bloodied.
Her shoulders weren’t fashioned for you to ride up-on.
Bit in mouth, being led about
as if she hasn’t her own life
and a perilous world to navigate.
Nah, she wasn’t built
for any of that.
And yet...that is all ya'll see of her.
And will know of her...