The Fight Within

Born to Love

My purpose to please

Kiss the face of a child

Heal the wounds of a friend

I must have been mistaken

For I fear my master's hand

I show him love

His response is rejection

Children, they fear me

Others remain distant

My kindness is shunned

Ferocity rewarded

I yearn for acceptance

Cry for inclusion

My master shows disgust

He says I am weak

Forced to fight my brother

To kill is to please

Should I lose the next fight

In death, I will know peace

--Sharon
K. Dennis