I was raised a good dog
Barking at strangers and dangers
All tooth and claw and fire
Held back by only the short leashes
Of protectiveness and hopelessness
I was raised a good dog
I'll be your safe space, my anger bloody
I will protect you from all
And I will guarantee justice
Even if it scares me
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI may seem like an insufferable nerd-tastic idiot, but I'm actually pretty poetic
