That fish in a bowl
freezing
burned by ammonia,
Lethargic
starving
yet people think that this how they are supposed to look. Skinny fins slowly dissolving
You keep on treating it this way until one day it jumps out of its bowl because it just can't stand it any more.
You think to yourself
This must be very rare
And you get a new one
All seems well until this one also jumps out of the bowl
And you think that you must have the worst luck in the world.
But you do some research
You found that the fish needs a tank bigger a heater and a filter
Then you ask yourself why did the store tell me i could keep in the bowl?
Then you realize that you could have saved your first fish if you had known.
Years pass you warn your friends and family not to make the same mistake you did
You are finally ready to get a new fish
You get everything you need then
The fish the best fish there is
And you named it finn
it lived for 4 years and never got sick
You went to work at a pet store so that you can stop the treatment of fish this way and be the voice for the voiceless
People think you are lying so that they have to spend more money
You get through to some people and they help to be the voice for the voiceless.
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A/N
this was a poem that i wroght a while ago and found in an old doc of my so I put it on here
