The Slave
I’m the type of female who gets what I want.
All I have to do is to look at you with my amber, almond-shaped eyes and you melt.
Men are so easy to make into slaves.
At first, you brought me home for that reason, didn’t you?
You wanted to use me…
So you have a companion,
So you have someone to snuggle against you on a lonely night,
So someone is around to lay on your lap.
Now it’s quite the opposite, isn’t it?
You beg me to pay attention to you.
You are honored when I do.
It’s all in the gaze…
Open the door for me!
Bring me my dinner!
Caress me!
Hold me!
There is no denying me.
On a rare occasion, I’ll let you touch me.
I’ll sit on your lap and let you know I want you to.
Thrilled at my allowance, your hands reach for me…
First my head,
Then my flowing soft hair,
Down my neck,
Descending on my back,
You know the limits.
Instantaneously, you bore me.
I’m done getting attention.
I leave your lap to find another form of entertainment.
Wondering why I left you so suddenly,
You look at me puzzled from a distance.
I see you getting up off the couch like I planned.
Wonder what intrigued me?
I’m sitting on your favorite chair…
The chair you banned me from,
That no one else but you could sit in,
Not a friend nor foe,
Not even your own mother is allowed.
I’m staring out the window,
Watching the free blue birds play outside in the snow.
Yes, they are more exciting than you.
You open your mouth, about to say something.
Surely, you don’t dare ask me to get off this chair?
You gaze back and forth between me and the window,
As if trying to see the reason,
The obvious reason,
As to why I sat on this claimed chair to stare outside.
You throw your hands in the air,
Giving a hopeless sigh as you walk back to the couch.
You know even if you asked me to get off this chair,
I would never…
I am the princess,
Nay, the queen,
The ruler of this household!
I hear you mutter something in the distance as you sit back down.
”That damn cat acts like she owns the place.”
I do.
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Now, about workshop today on my poem:

Before I get into details I have a question for Rick!
You said something along the lines of "my jaw was open, especially knowing who wrote this." I'm kind of curious about why me writing that surprised you. I'm not mad or anything just really curious so if you are reading this can you get back to me on it? Thanks! :D

And...Wow...

I had so much fun (which is a big deal for me cause I woke up cranky and tired... I was hoping school was gonna be closed but NOOOO).

Anway! A few things:

1) I'm really glad a lot of you said that the poem kept you hooked from beginning to end. I always had a hard time hooking the reader in my introductions.

2) I'm soooo happy the majority of you loved the title. I think that was the absolute hardest task for the poem. At first it was a toss up between "The Slave" and "The Master." I suggested both of these to my friend but she said don't go with either of them because they were too simple *cough* BL *cough*. In the end, I couldn't think of anything I felt suited the poem better so I was still deciding between those two. However, I felt "The Master" wouldn't throw the reader off as much, nor suit the poem as much as "The Slave." I'm glad I went with it!

3) Someone mentioned "how can a cat talk" It's more like communicate... and if you have a cat you know how they communicate. With their eyes mostly as well as other body language. That's why I specifically put "It's all in the gaze..." and "I'll sit on your lap and let you know I want you to." When a cat wants something, trust me you'll know... I forgot to address that when it was my turn to talk.

4) Finally: one of my BIGGEST concerns was that people would skim through the poem real quick and see "cat" and then the whole purpose of the poem would be ruined. I'm glad Rick asked if anyone knew it was a cat prior to finishing it. I was curious to this myself. Glad not many people (maybe 3 or 4) actually knew it was a cat. I gave my poem to 3 of my friends to read. The first person knows me very well so knew I was talking about a cat, the second person *COUGH* BL *COUGH* skimmed and saw "cat" before reading the entire poem and ruined it, and the last person thought there was some deep meaning in the poem and was disappointed when it turned out it was ''just a cat." So, I'm glad I fooled most of you :D.

Like Bridget said, it all depends if your a cat person or dog person on the way you look at this poem. She basically took the words out of my mouth on why someone would love the cat in this poem. They aren't a mindless animal who just "rolls over," "sits," or "plays dead" because some human snapped their fingers. Such individual, powerful, and darn cute animals! I mean, c'mon, listen to this: http://www.youtube.com/?v=wKOV1OjRJqU

On the other hand, I can understand if you are a dog person you are probably like "Stupid cats! So egotistical and think they are such a blessing to have!"
Hehe yeaaaah they are aren't they?