We try our best to please them
We don’t fight with each other
We don’t have “accidents” in the house
We no longer chew slippers
We only did that out of hunger
They feed us now
Every now and then
They give us table scraps
We devour them
We’re not allowed on the beds
Or the furniture
Sometimes we forget
Then they don’t feed us
For three days
We just curl up by our food dishes
And wait
They treat us like animals
But we’re not
We’re their children
~The Tennessee Poet~
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