I am a Pit Bull
By Cheryl Goede
I once was a dog breed who was beloved…trusted with the smallest of charges, that’s me.
To watch them all day as they’d frolic and play, they had faith all the dangers I’d see.
The children would hug and caress me, they’d scratch my ears and we’d lie…
In the grasses and stay where we’d play all day, with our friends, until bedtime was nigh.
Then we’d go home each night in the fading sunlight, to the place where we’d rest our heads,
Until all was quiet, and the house was at peace, we would lie content in our beds.
That was then, they called me the “Nanny Dog” I did it all and upon me they did rely,
They knew I was a rock, they knew I was solid, they knew for them, I would die.
But you now know me as a “Pit Bull,” which for some reason makes people fear,
No happy smiles greet me, no hugs, no companionship, just hatred is all that I hear.
I sit in a cage, day by day, hoping someone will see the real me,
But every day, the others are adopted away, and the end is all I can see.
But then you walked in, you paused and stopped dead, as you looked at my pleading face….
There was “something about me” you said to the man, and my heart started beating a hopeful pace.
“I’ll take this one!” you told the worker, to my sheer disbelief, for I’d been passed over many times you see,
You brought me with you, took me to your home, where I had a whole family, all just for me.
See, we’re not the monsters, the media makes us out to be, we just have one thing we need,
To love, and be loved, that’s all that we ask, I think all creatures on earth can agree.
Now I am a dog beloved…trusted with the smallest of charges, that’s me.
I watch them all day as they frolic and play, and they have faith all the dangers I’ll see.
The children they hug and caress me, they scratch my ears and we lie…
In the grasses we stay and play all day with our friends, until bedtime is nigh.
Then we go home each night in the fading sunlight, to the place where we rest our heads,
Until all is quiet, and the house is at peace, we lie content in our beds.
Now again, they call me the “Nanny Dog” I do it all and upon me they do rely,
They know I’m a rock, they know I am solid, they know for them, I would die.
I am a Pit Bull.
~Dedicated to all of the Bully breeds/mixes that are waiting patiently to be adopted and to be loved in all of the shelters across our nation.
A note from Julie! Cheryl will be publishing a book and donating proceeds to rescues and shelters. If you wish to share this, please use the author’s name.
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