Additional Writings

The Hunted

This poem is in response to the

feeling of being pursued by

a man, but feeling as though

the pursuit was that of the

pursuit of a possession.

 

I feel like the hunted

Not the sought

As when someone wishes to know me
 

The hunted

To be acquired, used and controlled

To be taken away from myself
 

As though my thoughts and dreams

Wants and needs

Are not of value to the hunter

Only theirs
 

Most are not hunters, only a few

I can tell

I don't know how
 

But I already know all too well

And perhaps not well enough

When I feel like

The hunted

 

© 10/19/2007, Stephanie Mott

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