Poetry: Dear Unicorn Hunters By Ghia Vitale

Dear Unicorn Hunters

By Ghia Vitale

​Dear Unicorn Hunters,

My unicorn magic belongs to me.
Don’t even try to exploit it
for your pleasure.

My presence extends far beyond
the parameters of your imagination.
I am more than the wishlist of fetishized features
that you desire in a lover.
I’m a whole, individuated entity.

I’d never give up my magical life
just to spend my precious energy on some insecure couple
that doesn’t respect my autonomy.
I won’t settle for a so-called “secondary” place in your hierarchy of relationships.
I am not a fun accessory to “spice up” your pre-existing relationship.
Furthermore, I have spells to cast and faeries to dance with.
You’ll never bind me to an unequal triad
because I value my freedom too much
and I'm more powerful than you realize.

You can’t tame a unicorn.
Trying to confine a unicorn to a ranch
will make your organs dissolve inside of you.

If you respect unicorns,
don’t hunt us--
Let us graze through the many dimensions in which we exist
and come to you on our own volition,
on our own terms.
Recognize our magic without trying to capture us.

If it’s meant to be, it’ll be.
The more you try to hunt me,
the further I’ll fly away to greener pastures.
Whenever you try to cram my complex being into a box,
I’ll break through it with my horn and define my own path.

(Y’know, that path where I can experience all the love I want
without any restrictions set in place
by people who don’t actually appreciate my significance.)

Sincerely,
A Unicorn Who Has Better Things To Do