Poems about Animals

I do not use filters.  I rarely operate cameras.  Why reassure my existence?  My beauty touches?  To remember who I am and not with each
just because the flesh is white doesn't mean its new it was once an animal pinned and jailed just like you
Seeing through the eyes of an not perfect size mexican girl you notice everything,
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21. I’m breathing. I’m clinically alive, I have a pulse, I can function. But am I living?
As light as a feather, as nimble as each reed of grass that presses against the surface of my worn soiled feet.
As light as a feather, as nimble as each reed of grass that presses against the surface of my worn soiled feet.
Whats not to love about dogs and cats with their furry faces, lovable personalities.
Milena Celi Garrido Moreno. Born in Inglewood, California and raised in South Central L.A.  

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