AT YOUR COMMAND

You could hear my silent protests,
if you listened.
But I hearken to your whistle,
bow to your idiosyncrasies,
render my dignity in non-reciprocated
measures.

I am a dog on a string,
training my fangs,
listening to my leash
and lapping your feet -
waiting for the day of
selective amnesia.


Jude Ifeme



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