Pitbulls
We love you more than we even love ourselves.
We live to be loved.
Your attention and loving hands embrace us.
Your actions train us to be good.
Society has honored us.
Society has shunned our kind.
Everyone needs to open their eyes.
Everyone needs to stop blaming the wrong groups.
It is the way you are raised.
It isn’t the way you look when were born.
I don’t blame you for other people’s actions.
Can you stop blaming me for what others were taught?
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