I Am a Pitbull
I am a pitbull.
Why am I here?
They call this a shelter,
But it is hell in here.
I came from a loving home,
And children who played with me.
Never once did I growl,
When they pulled my ears and hurt me.
They call this a shelter,
Dogs bark night and day.
We live in our own filth,
Hoping to be taken away.
My family saw a story,
About pitbulls who hurt someone.
But, I am a sweet dog,
Who never hurt anyone.
In this madhouse shelter,
There are mean dogs who bark and bite.
I wonder what people did to them,
To make them want to fight.
My family was nice,
My children all cried.
But, I was brought here,
Even though I tried.
I see people walk by,
I wag my tail all alone.
I have sweet eyes,
But no one will take me home.
I am a pitbull.
I cannot cry.
I was taken to the shelter.
Why must I die?
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
