Black beauty running free,
just like you are meant to be.
“Why don’t you tame him?” She asked me one day.
My heart did not know what to say,
as I watched him roam, wild and free, hoping he would come back to me.
“He needs no master,” I began to say
“He needs his freedom. The choice must be his.”
She nodded and moved away. I continued to watch, hoping he would stay.
My heart went with him, when he left.
And my soul healed, for I have been blessed;
with a heart to give, and a heart to keep.
For loving myself is just as sweet.