Bound to whims, bred solely for circuses of desire. To hell with savannahs, towns like Rosewood. Domestics or domesticated, one name or surnamed, creatures the dominant ones can’t live without would truly flourish without such devious love, golden corrals. Harnessed. Muzzled. Stocks and bonds. Chains and whips held by hand. Ota Benga in a Bronx cage, Saartjie Baartman on display— funds sent to her village didn’t make it okay. Harambe, Tamir, Cecil, Freddie—names of the hunted, captives bleed together. The captors beasts to all but themselves and their own. Two endangered beings in a moat stare into each other's eyes. Slower than light, mercy must not survive entry into our atmosphere, never reaching those who lose unbridled lives long before they die in this world of zoos and conquerors who treat earthlings like aliens. Copyright © 2016 Kamilah Aisha Moon. Used with permission of the author. |
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