Poems about Animals

Dear Trayvon
Such a beautiful face. Now sad and twisted And so out of place. All on her own.
What is it to be humane? Being characterized by kindness, mercy, or compassion? We give ourselves to much credit,
Do you see the sparkle in my eye? Or am I just another lie? To stand at your feet Do you believe
Chained in shackles Nowhere to run Day and Night Empty, Hungry Dry, Thirsty
Years of trying to gain this. To make you understand. Your hair, eye color, and skin may be different.
I remember Africa.
Not all sports were for me, only Basketball was their for me. Basketball was the sport that I was good at.
Huddled, scared and alone, in a corner, You tower over me in rage Staring at your own daughter,
They claimed they saw the small thing with four legs, Like plant, it absorbs from its environment,

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