As inherently bred

As she turned from the sky to the ground

she heard the chant of the whole human crowd.

“Love myself, love myself, love me, me”

as the only way to ere love another. 

Could it be, could it be, but no one should be

wrapped up and engaged with weeds in the fields

that seek to degrade the beautiful, free,

with thoughts of only a me, me, me.

She tried to go back to when it began

and find the corner she didn’t turn round

so she too could be in the valley of “me”

and chant forever in unison. 

Now directions for gypsies are none to clear

when issued by someone known not to care

for the you, the you, the you, you, you,

and so gypsies remain as inherently bred.

Who bred them to be so mindful of you

and battle the dragons plaguing your soul

when , oh, that tree of only a me

promises peace and harmony.

Would anyone leave such a paradise

to feel another’s pain and heartache

and she wonders how many would gather at noon

when asked to leave themselves far behind.

She doesn’t sigh as gypsies can do

but proceeds on her journey happy to be

a singer of her own special song

for you, of course, and you, you, you.

Maybe one day she’ll find the corner

and join the chant of humankind

but she doesn’t like corners that lead nowhere

and so she’ll remain as inherently bred.