Claim

When I’m out there I claim my loved ones
Claim my mother, father, sisters, brothers, and family,
But when I’m on the street I claim a dingy old flag
When I’m with mi familia,
I’m a different person
Just like how a pit is different around its owner

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1 Comments

  1. davichon on March 19, 2012 at 9:24 PM

    I don’t get it all (finally figured out that a pit is probably a pit bull), but the great thing about this poem is it makes me WANT to get it. Claiming love ones is so powerful.

    Animo, hermano!

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