John Castro Poet Rhyme

True American Pit Bull Terrier

look me in my eyes but dont show signs of fear 
 
call me with a whistle thats how i know your here
 
walk me with conviction and hold your head up high 
 
because for you and only you, you know that i will die 
 
if you feed me when im hungry and rub my head and chest 
 
i will protect you to the end with my last dieing breath
 
people call me vicious and say that im no good 
 
but a heart of a true pit bull is something they never understood
 
i use to fight for you and you knew i never quit 
 
i never understood why you threw me in that pit 
 
its time for you to take a stand and speak in my stead 
 
because a pit without its owner might as well be dead
 
loyalty to our owner was our only goal in mind
 
our stories told through history in books and over time
 
the "pit" is our domain where we matched in dirt and mudd 
 
and whence the chain came of our necks our breed was forged in blood 
 
when we crossed that line a cur you will not see 
 
because a dog that turns its tail is dog that will not be
 
this was our way of life this was also our creed 
 
without the game in us you have lost the entire breed

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Elizabeth Wesley October 15, 2011 at 4:23 PM Ah Joh, so eloquent telling of the misunderstanding of the breed. You must own one to speak so eloquently of them. You are gifted in expressing your story so well in rhyme. Love reading!