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September 10, 2012
I will not lie down in my master's house.
I shall not sleep on the bed,
not at the foot,
not under the covers,
not with my back against his warmth,
not with my arm sliding into the crack
between corner and wall.
Put me on the stoop outside,
listen to me wail all night.
I may complain, but I will not
lie down in my master's house.
The moon arises,
shines its light.
I am silver, I am right.
Wind rages,
trees dance and sigh.
I hear the voice of every nightbird.
I will not lie down in my master's house.