No Dog of Mine
Sorry. I am not the owner
that is not my adorable.
You do not have to ask me
if it’s alright
Yes it may bite
It could lick your face.
I wouldn’t know the odds
It does not belong to me
I am not its master.
I am just a man standing here
No frisbee to throw
No expectation for a tossed thing to return
No reason to yell out repeatedly.
I wish I knew who it belongs to
I am not the reason your leg is
being humped, why there is shit in your grass
Why there is no leash on life.
© Demitri Tyler
Excerpt from the book “Measuring For Balance”
About the Author
Writer, orator and activist, Demitri the poet with the Greek name that if translated would read “dedicated to, follower of Mother Earth,” is a rising voice out of San Francisco planting words of wisdom as if seeds beneath the flesh. His talents as a rapper formed his early years gaining him recognition as mc to watch in underground circles with performances at the Upper Room the cities hottest poetry/rap venue at the time as well as his activism in and around the community and state college campuses.
Family tragedy and the realities of life caused this man to hang up his music career and vanish for over ten years but it was time well spent for out of the darkness has emerged a streaking comet who has made the transition from rap to poetry look seamless.
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