Pit Bull
John McCoy’s Poetry Workshop,
Lots of food and lots (of) water
I kill, I protect I’m fast
I see black and white but,
I’m quiet but if you get close I snap
I here dog’s next door talking
I lock on the tire that out back
I move like water rough but smooth
I’m scared of nothing I’m the protector
What I love about myself is the fear I put in others.