Dairy Diary
Two baby cows cower in isolation.
They’re tucked into tiny dog house prison cells…
allegedly, for their own good.
I don’t know about all that.
I’m a city slicker with PETA protesting in my chest.
I hear one little moo and cry so hard I heave.
My mom emerges to rub my back.
What a gift I take for granted.
I’m sorry, I swear.
I’m about to be so fucking vegan.
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The title drew me in. The ending sealed the deal!
LOVE THIS! I have a poem called “I cry for roadkill”. Similar vibes, I can’t watch if an animal is even pretend harmed in movies 😭. That being said, I also love how this could be taken literally or applied to a variety of life situations that feel maybe a little helpless or entrapping. Thanks for sharing!