Thursday Post - A Poem

I've started putting words together that work, am I a poet?  This poem is in draft form, and was meant to be a song, but in its current form it is a poem.

The cow song

I am not beef,

I am not 2 litres semi-skimmed,

I am not a slave, I am a cow.



I am not steak,

I am not mince meat lasagna,

I am not a slave, I am a cow.

I am not medium rare with peppercorn sauce,

I am not a big mac with large fries,

I am not haribo, or jelly,

I am not beef stroganoff,

I am not half price at tescos,

I am not grilled and smokey,

I am not a steak and ale pie with a pint, with your mates,

I am not a chef’s special on Fridays.



My skin is not a new belt, or fancy shoes or the latest jacket,

My children are calves, not suede or veal,

They are not yours to use and steal,

My skin is not a drum, is not a lamp, or saddle, or bridle,

I don’t want a number through my ear, a ring through my nose or a branding scar on my skin,

I am not a slave, I am a cow.



I am a daughter, I am a niece, I am an auntie, I am a cousin and I am a mother.

I am not a slave, I am a cow!

Moral Rights Asserted © Berty Justice 2013
Poem Created - 30/4/13