Poetry, artwork, etc.

[AnimalAvenger]

You can submit your animal-rights poetry by posting in this thread. up to one poem an issue will be in the newsletter. It must be completely your own. Everyone's poetry will be included at one time or another unless there are a ton of entries in the future.

We may also accept artwork, stories, and more, but there is no guarantee. These also must be completely your work.

EDIT 5/14/09:

We also accept interviews of some famous and/or intelligent people who care about animals. At least two of the questions must be animal-related. The interview also has to be your OWN with the person, meaning you CANNOT copy it from a magazine, the Internet, etc. You also need the permission from the person your interview to post it in the newsletter.

[Linn]

I really suck at making rhyming poems, so I don't. XD

I have 3 poems, so choose whichever you like. The third one is kind of a work in progress, but... -shrugs-

This one is about a word I made up, called "Breedism". It means the same as racism, but it's discriminating against a breed of animal, not a group of people.

Breedism

I am a pit bull,
Faithful, loyal, eager to please.
I’m the “nanny breed”,
Because I am patient and kind to your children.
I used to be called the perfect family dog,
Because all I want to do in life is love you.
In some places I am illegal to own,
And I have to be registered as a weapon in others.
Some humans hate us, fear us,
Use us for fighting.
I know some things that are bad:
Sexism is bad,
Females are equals to males.
Racism is bad,
Dark masters are equals to light masters.
But what about Breedism?

Racism is hating or fearing a group of people based on their appearance, values, culture, or behaviors. Racists are looked down upon. All people were created equal, and deserve to live their lives free of discrimination.
So why is it okay to hate and fear a breed of dog based on the bad, and untrue, reputation of being vicious and unpredictable?
…
Do YOU see a difference?
Neither do I.

This one is about when people see my dog and think she's so good and sweet... Until they learn she's a pit bull. (Seeing a pattern? )

Am I a Good Dog?

My name is Ruthie,
And my family rescued me from the pound.
Fireworks scare me,
Loud noises scare me,
Sometimes men scare me.
But I was rescued,
My troubles are behind me.
On Saturday mornings,
I lay at the foot of mom’s bed.
When I meet you the first time,
I'll sniff you and lick you,
And wag my tail so fast it's hard to walk.
And I'll do it the second time,
And the third time...
I play nice with little boys,
And my best friends are small dogs.
I love my family,
I would never hurt them,
Because I am a good dog.
You agree don’t you?
I knew you did!
But let me tell you one more thing.
I’m a pit bull.
Am I still a good dog?

I thought I'd try to write about a dogfight from the dog's point of view. A pit bull's, actually. (Shocking! )
I still want to mess around with it, change some things. But here it is. ^^

The Fight

A door opens, brightening the darkness of the shed.
My master enters, and I wag my tail.
He gives my head a pat,
And he unhooks my chain from the wall.
I am excited,
Proud to serve him.
I hear the cheer of the crowd,
Smell the smoke in the air.
People get away from me hurriedly as my master leads me in,
They are scared of me, I can tell.
But why? What have I done?
I see the other dog across the ring,
A pit bull, like myself,
And I strain towards it as it does the same.
Our masters hold us back.
I am more excited now,
Because my master is counting on me,
My strength, my teeth, my speed,
He bred and trained me for this,
To make him money, and a reputation.
He bends down and says something to me,
Pats me on the head,
And pulls my chain off.
And then we are circling,
Snarling, biting, barking.
The other dog is strong, but I am not afraid.
My master is calling my name,
Cheering me on,
Telling me all sorts of things.
He wants me to win this badly,
As I want to make him happy just as badly.
And then the other dog finds my throat.
I fight more fiercely, afraid,
I cannot let my master down.
I buck and whirl,
I rip at its ears and the top of its head,
But it found what it was looking for.
I fell, and it held on,
My blood pouring all over the ground.
The crowd screamed louder, but I faded away.
I saw my master, glaring at me coldly.
I failed, and I lost my life.
All the injuries I had sustained,
The days I had gone hungry,
Infections, broken bones, poorly treated cuts, scars.
I had fought well for my master for years,
More than I could count,
And I never lost a fight.
My master never pet me,
Never let me inside.
He treated me harshly and unfairly all my life,
And he let me get hurt,
He didn’t treat my wounds well.
But I loved him.
I wanted to please him,
And I had failed.

[AnimalAvenger]

Thanks. I'll include those in the upcoming issues ^_^.

[vegetabledork]

I would but...I'm not sure if its good enough. =\

[AnimalAvenger]

Jul 10, 2009 23:09:42 GMT -5 vegetabledork said:

I would but...I'm not sure if its good enough. =\

You can try if you want. If you're too self-conscious to post here, you can send it in a PM if you want. I won't be too judgmental.

[lirui]

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