Thursday, November 20, 2014

A Pit Bull named Blue

I've waited,
Like you,
For someone to understand me
In every day I see everyone who hurt me
In the cold ground I sit on
The callous fence
The duty-bound care taker.
I know how I got here,
Left alone, wandering the streets.
I try not to be bitter, so I just stay quiet 
I am broken, and judged unfairly
It almost makes me want to live up to it all but,
I'm better than that.
I'm just waiting for someone to see it too.

I know you see the down turn of my smile
But don't fear my temperament,
For that is just the way my mom's turned too
And my jaw is strong, I know
But that came to me through evolution,
Just like your thumbs,
Your Achilles
Don't fault me for my history

But don't you see my eyes?
I try to share what's left of my soul through them.
A young women came to see me and the others,
And I know she knew.
She let me smell her fingers and the way she smiled at me, she knew.
I stood so nicely and made eye contact so she could take my picture.

But still, 
I know she won't take me home,
She just looked too nice, too clean.
I'd never fit in with her.
I'd mess up somehow
And I know she'd be too responsible to accept any threats.

I sat so calmly
I dispelled my demons and gave her the best smile my downturned mouth could muster.

I saw her move on down the row.
Those silly nuts,
Jumping and barking
Catching their feces in their paws...
She won't take y'all either.
So foolish! 
They think the more conspicuous they make themselves the more attention they'll get.
The more noise, the more she'll notice. 

But guess what,
After she went down the line, she came right back to me.
She kneeled down eye to eye and started to talk to me. Just me.
I saw her eyes go moist,
And she said, "I'm sorry."
I don't know why, 
She has nothing to be sorry for,
Not even the intangible pain of false hope.

She looked at me like she knew me and who I was,
And I, in turn
Looked back, and I knew who she was. I could tell, in her eyes.

It was like that unrequited love,
We may have been best friends but in the same acknowledged moment,
We knew we wouldn't.

Another good one gone.

I wish I could speak.
I'd tell them I'm not a bad dog.
I'm not like the bad stereotypes say I am.
Yeah, I've seen some stuff,
I've been hurt,
But all I want is someone to love me wholly from paw to flopping ear.
And I'd be so good to them! I'd try so hard!
Man, I really think I could do it!
I want to be accepted as a pit bull,
It's who I am,
But for how I carry my self as such.
For how, despite presumed destiny, risk, generalizations, fear...
That I am a good dog,
And I am worth it.


  1. Let's hope Blue finds that someone with the understanding heart. I'm checking in from the AtoZ to say hi! Are you still going to enter the challenge in April? Hope so.

  2. Yes! Looking forward to it! Though I'm off to a bumpy start :)

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