Living With Wolves
Nature versus nurture only men would but these at odds Where does your sustenance’s come from I know leading with digression is strange but I digress Feeling like a stray sometimes, so I can easily Identify with Tarzan and Mowgli but as grey stokes through the chimney Who is the hero and who is the enemy The animalization turning a child feral or humanization of a wild animal The bewilderment is not the becoming eyes of Kaa or the nurturing of Tarzan’s ape mom Kala, which is explained naturally but the unnatural acts of Humans They called her Genie and a feral child My anger and frustration is multiplied She is neither coming out of a bottle or a wild child but and abused one, By a brutal animal of a man, her dad with an estranged indifferent mother, an abused brother, a lost society and the Frankensteinish doctors with nothing to create I like to call her Sylvia from now on and if wolves would have taken her and tore her to pieces as infant She would have been better off living with wolves, in my opinion but she did live and her resilience I admire The wolves would have not tortured her but they have been known to nurture
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016
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