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They Call Me a Bully

They call me a Bully but I think they must be blind, I'm the one who is bullied People don't seem to mind; They call me dangerous but it seems to me it's really them, The abuse is directed at us ignorance is this problem's stem; They say there is no hope, no chance we are supposed to be destroyed, A circle of misinformation such a sad dance; We have feelings, even if we have no voice; They call me a Bully but we are the bullied who pay We beg you stand up for us, love unconditionally; That is how we love, every single day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 5/30/2015 9:04:00 PM
Melani, your compassion for this misunderstood breed is beautiful, well done 7
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